Shovel

I took Sadie out last night and she kept trying to look at something on the lawn. I finally got close enough and realized it was a dead rat laying on my grass - GROSS! I decided to wait until today to deal with it in the hope that some animal would carry it away overnight (wishful thinking I know.)

This afternoon, I womaned-up and got rid of it myself. Which gets me to what I'm grateful this week - the lovely long handled shovel my dad bought for me when I bought the house. It doesn't do much digging, but it comes in handy. A shovel isn't something I would call beautiful until you really need it, and today it was one of the most beautiful items in my house.