I Hate Poop

Why? Why, I ask you? Why is it that everywhere I go, I have to deal with poop? Baby poop blow-outs, potty training emergencies, and now dog poop! And I don't even have a freakin dog! We went to the park this afternoon, and had been there approximately 3 minutes when my kids got covered in poop going down the slide. Because, of course, the poop was on the slide. Dog poop. On the slide. Very, very pissed off mommy. I'd love to find that dog owner and slide them head first down that slide so they can get a nice close up of the lovely little present their dog left behind. Aargh.