Monthly Archives: September 2018
Just do it!
Yay Nike!
That’s it!
I’ve had it! I have had enough!
I am selling the planters from the front porch and going down to hanging plants and one pot with rocks and a fake plant in the rocker.
The damned squirrels have made one mess after another digging up the plants in the planters tossing the dirt all over the porch.
It ends now.
I am also going to hire someone to trap and relocate as many squirrels as possible.
A slow and lazy Sunday…
Here I thought we were done with the AC for a while. Nope.
At least I got a chance to clean out the filters before I had to turn them all back on though.
Lucy spent most of this afternoon trying to sit on my lap. Every time I sat down, there she was.
She’s my baby.
Take that!
Large spiders that scare the freaking crap out of me in my kitchen sink must be prepared to die.
OMG.
The humongous wolf spider found out that scaring me when I am armed with a big spoon means he dies beaten to a pulp. Yes, he met his death by spoon.
I guess he didn’t read the spider agreement.
They stay outside or out of my sight and I leave them alone. I see them in my house, they die.
If it rattles my windows and scares my dog, your car stereo is up too loud.
The loud thump thump thump of a car stereo’s bass sent Lucy scurrying to her crate thinking it was thunder again.
I could hear the transom window above the front door rattling with the beat and didn’t blame her one bit.
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