As I had spent the whole morning jumping up and down, wondering where all this energy came from, I decided to finish on of my mothers ongoing DIY-projects -- some kind of shelf for the bathroom.
We did leave the house discussing if the colour of paint we were looking for was diarrhea or vomit, and met an donkey on the street.
Now, my parents live near Frankfurt, normally just finding an animal larger than a dog is difficult, where the hell did this ass come from?
[ETA:Probably the latter one -- boars produce this interesting foam. Why, oh why are my andrology books in Leipzig when the reproductive clinic has no transcripts available on the net?]