The Things We Do For Love
Hon, you've got to come see this. A flipping squirrel is destroying my chair!, I exclaimed standing near the slider.
Grumble, grumble, alright, I'm coming, said the Pres unenthusiastically.
Honey, I swear to goodness, it's shoving the wood in it's mouth!
Now you know how I feel about my chair. And yes, it's far from perfect, but, as painful as it was, I continued to watch while the Pres returned to his comfy chair and remote.
It would (or should I say WOOD) jump onto the chair, grab hold and literally rip strips off.
Then it would sit on it's haunches and wind up all the long strips almost like a ball...
before SHE'D disappear into the ferns along the fence.
Yep, I think she is "you know what."
just seeing, saying and sharing...
with you and those at
(because there really is a fence behind the story...:)