There is a window above our kitchen sink that looks out onto the fence that separates us from the neighbours (fences make great neighbours, donchya think?).
It's not much of a view.
So The Husband decides to hang a flower basket on the fence so we have something pretty to look at while we get dishpan hands.
The Husband pops his head up above the window sill.
TH: "There's a dead squirrel here."
Me: "EW!"
TH: "Wanna see it?"
Me: "NO!"
TH: "Are you sure??"
Me: "Yes!!"
TH: [shrugs]
I resume washing the dishes.
Next thing I know, there's a squirrel bouncing across the window ledge, a-la-puppet-theatre style.
Suddenly a high-pitched squeaky voice says:
"How ya doin? I'm Sammy the Dead Squirrel. What's your name?"
Freak!!
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clearly TH should be in therapy!!!
Honestly what is it with your backyard? The re-invention of the "Killing Fields". Sheesh!
THATS DEADLY!!!
*still laughing*
I read this to my husband last night. Then we laughed. Then I read him the beauty or brains post. Then we laughed.
Then he called me ugly.
He's a stinker.
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