Here’s how this morning went…

Tony has gotten his morning coffee and is sitting on the bed waiting for me to get up. He looks to the wall where I have hung a very nice Southern Living plate rack and displayed two very cute teal plates with brown flowers - perfect for the room. He responds with, “It’s very weird to have plates hung on the wall in the bedroom. What led you to do this?” I asked what he would rather have hanging there, and he replied, “A picture of Brittany Spears.” I then questioned, “Which Brittany… pre or post crazy?” He stated that definitely pre-crazy Brittany would be better, but due to the craziness, that has even knocked pre crazy Brittany down from a 10 to a 7. Of course I had to then ask, “So… what do I rate?” His very clever response was, “Baby, there’s no scale for you. You’re above all that.”

He then looked me in the eye and said, “Now, that’s something to blog about.” What I THOUGHT I heard him say was, “Now that’s something to lie about.” He then had a big laugh that even my subconscious was being a little self-conscious. And then he said that he wished we had a web-cam in our house because our life really is that entertaining. (I’m sure you would probably disagree.) The best way I know to describe many of our conversations is to direct you to pay attention to the Sonic commercials with the husband and wife. Then you’ll see a little glimpse of our normalcy. And speaking of a web-cam of our entertainment…

That leads me to also share our experience with nature last weekend… (the following is rated NSAL - not suitable for animal lovers)

After the break in the rain, Tony was finally able to mow our yard for the first time this warm season. Because of all the rain, the grass (and many weeds) had grown to mid-shin length… on the way to jungle-esque. As I walked across the front yard after he had finished to look at one of our many troubled flower beds, I noticed lots of grey fuzz scattered along the yard. It looked like he had emptied and tossed the dryer junk in the yard. I asked what it could be and he came over for a closer look. His solution was that we had a gopher in the yard and he must have run over it with the mower. (Now, there were no “parts,” only fuzz. So, I figured we had a bald gopher running around somewhere in shame.) He was in the process of spraying the house for spiders, bugs, etc. and still had the pesticide in his hands. Naturally, the next response was to spray the odd fuzz. It then began to move a little. We jumped back a few steps and realized the fuzz was ALIVE!

Tony proceeded to the garage to get the shovel to knock what was thought to be a gopher-like rodent living beneath our ground. As he hit the ground with much of his might, our fuzz ball began to wince and cry. Luckily, our “go-to neighbor” Bill was sitting in his yard enjoying the nice day. Good ‘ol Bill came over to offer his wisdom. Immediately, he ruled out gopher due to the fact that there were no mounds or trails in the yard. He then stuck his hand through the pile of fuzz into the hole (as Tony and I both held our breath) to uncover 4 baby bunnies. Although we found they were still living after the unintentional torture, we decided that they would be slightly mutated and brain damaged. Tony was miserable most of the remainder of the day, but they have since left their home and we hope are happily jumping around. He is outside again now mowing, so we’ll see what new discoveries we have this weekend… stay tuned for more… entertainment?