I have to admit, I’ve never considered a toilet as a planter at the front of my home, but when I pulled my car over to get a better look, I was more amused by the work boots. It took me a moment. Why the boots?
And then I walked over to the other toilet and saw the women’s cowboy boots and I got it. His and Her’s toilets. Of course.
Doesn’t look like things went so well for Cowgirl. I think she had a rough night.
Someone has a terrific, albeit, a twisted sense of humor. And then I met him. He started walking up his long driveway with his two dogs and motioned to me to come over. He must have been wondering why I was taking pictures of his driveway (toilet perspective). Actually, I think my purpose there seemed rather obvious, but I’m stranger taking pictures and he needed to know why. Moments earlier, I put my business card with a quick mention about my blog.
I walked up to him, smiling and laughing, wearing semi-pjs and a scary ponytail. He probably thought I had a few missing brain cells, but I did not expect to actually talk to a stranger that morning. Regardless of my half-strewn appearance and almost incoherent sentences (had the giggles), he seemed to recognize I was a harmless mini-van mom. I think he liked my reason for stopping. I know I wasn’t the first one to notice.
From another view: