So, about 5 minutes after I published my "I stopped doing stuff I don't want to do" post, I went outside to play with the dogs. And I found a dead bird in the yard.
You know that with 3 dogs, you can't just leave a dead bird in the yard and hope for the best.
So, Little Miss I Do What I Want found herself armed with 2 Target bags and a shovel, bagging up a rather gooey dead bird. If you look in the dictionary under "Stuff You Definitely Don't Want To Do," disposing of a gelatinous avian carcass is the first example.
I get it, universe. You're laughing at me. I get it.