I’m copy editing the winners of our store’s young writers contest, and one of the girls wrote a story that includes the line: “she looked to her left and saw a squirrel the size of a chipmunk,” and seriously, is that not the most charming thing in the world? Totally makes up for the brutal play-by-play one kid wrote about the day his golden retriever was euthanized.
Joe, pretending to be me talking about Matt Santos: Oh, I’m voting for him. In my pants.
So we think a bobcat killed one of our ducks this morning, and it’s still holed up in this completely inaccessible, hard-to-see spot in our backyard, so the police are here waiting for animal control, and while we’re out there shining a flashlight on the thing one of the cops worries out loud that it might be a juvenile mountain lion (it doesn’t have ears like a bobcat/regular cat), and just then the irrigation came on and scared all of us and the cop standing right next to me pulled his gun.
So that’s my Monday so far. Hope yours is better.
- france: ten
- france: twenty
- france: thirty
- france: forty
- france: fifty
- france: sixty
- france: sixty ten
- world: france what are you do—
- france: four twenties
- world: france stop it
- france: four twenties ten
- world: france that doesn't even make any sense
- france: hundred.
Ugggggh why is there a six in the morning?