Or giant cockroaches climbing up the catalpa trees, and possums getting into the cat food cans in the alley, and twenty cars in everybody's front yard in different stages of repair...
Let's not forget the raccoons. We have raccoons and possums that frequent our deck. I've even named them, Rachael the Racoon and Polly the Possum. Oh yeah and ants everywhere.
Life's challenges are not supposed to paralyze you, they're supposed to help you discover who you are. -- Bernice Johnson Reagon
I love raccoons, but I don't see them around here too often. I like the way they waddle--sort of like Theo when he's got his chain mail on. Our possum is named Hairy, but DD3 calls him/her Crystal Fire--which sounds too meth-oriented. Which reminds me...can't forget the meth labs, the beautiful southern meth labs, and the little explosions and fires in the night. Yeah, California's nothing much, when you come to think about it.
I just woke up, at 10:30 in the morning--not working today. Now, don't go putting down the UK. Haven't been there, but I've seen it on TV (!)---lots of emerald green meadows, cute little hedgehogs wearing dresses, Mrs. Tabatha Twitchit and Peter Rabbit, beautiful old manor houses, and one kick-a$$ police force.
sounds like you and yoyo have been sippin that southern moon shine. Slept great last night under the stars. Even with the early 4th fireworks going off.
Husband
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And if I claim to be a wise man, well It surely means that I don't know
Just to let ya all know, W didn't say a word last night about me cooking the deer sausages in the house. She really hasn't complained about anything I have been doing lately.
Maybe I should jump her bones, na she would say something about that, It has been over a year (with me that is)
Husband
And if I claim to be a wise man, well It surely means that I don't know
