No. Not THAT kind of girl. The kind that continues to follow an ill-advised path no matter what her common sense tells her. My beloved (really, she is) sister-in-law, Denise, put out some peanuts for the neighborhood “pet” squirrel, Rocky, yes, Rocky, on Easter. Since then, the little sucker comes every single bloody day to check out the peanut situation. Yesterday afternoon Ms. Stinky McFartbutt became intensely interested in the back storm door. Can you see the tail on the outside of the door?
There is a reflection, but the fuzzy tail is just to the left of the Stinky. And, again.
Squirrel in motion jumping from the black cauldron to the terra cotta planter with a thermometer (yes, I am a witch). The entire problem with this is the following………I feed the squirrel. I do. I can blame my Denise all I want, but I have continued to feed him/it/her/whatever. I did NOT train this squirrel. At least there, I am blameless. Rosey down the street trained him and feeds him and makes sure he is warm in the winter. So, this is not entirely MY or Denise’s fault. Although, I will blame Denise until I’m cold in my grave because that’s how I roll.
Here’s my soundtrack for the day *no, it’s not the Oklahoma version or song. Here are the Amboy Dukes and the certifiable Ted Nugent (before we all knew what a whackmobile he is) and “Journey to the Center of the Mind”
Have a wonderful Hump Day!!!!!