This past weekend, Howard and I agreed to do nothing. No adventuring into town. No grocery shopping. No leaving the house at all. On Saturday morning, he slept in. On Sunday morning, I slept in. I woke up around noon and made my way to the kitchen. Howard was standing at the fridge packing a mini-cooler with beer.
If you had my morning, you'd be doing the same.
There was a snake in the garage.
Why are you laughing? It's not funny.
Yes. It SO is.
I laughed as he proceeded to tell me all about finding it. I laughed as he described creeping across the garage to get the shovel. I laughed and laughed because I was imagining my experience with the already dead snake I attempted to kill. My laugh turned into more of a nervous chuckle when he began describing hosing all of the blood out of the garage.
Yes, Dana, blood. Take a look at the picture I took to determine if it was poisonous.
c. Absolutely no traffic...ever
g. No lines or taking numbers at the "DMV"
I WIN! Snakes and all.