A couple of months ago a squirrel ran in my parent’s house.  And when I wrote about that story I found this picture.

Have I told you how much I love this picture?

Because I do.

Cute squirrel image by: seizethedave – Love it!

Well a few weeks ago I headed to my parents house to investigate the squirrel situation.  Long story short -  if you sit on their living room couch, you can see squirrels from all neighborhoods running down the street to their back door to be fed peanuts.  It was like a neighborhood block party.  Except for  critters only.

So I fed them …

And if I would’ve open that door any wider, he would’ve run in.  I just know it.  And it would have made a great video.  But then you would’ve all thought I need to wash my mouth out with soap.

Because I would’ve have said $%^$

And not the “s” word.

And then it would’ve jumped in my hair.

And I’d say $#$%.

Definitely not the “s” word.

Have a great day all …. I’m off to buy my parents a new mat for their back door.  I think that’s from 1960 something.  WTH

And then my Mother will say, “You’re not throwing that out.  That was given to me from Billy down the street that use to be on your Dad’s baseball team when he was 10.  He was married with 3 kids but he’s divorced now and he moved to Alaska.  I got a card from him last Christmas.” And then she’ll show you his picture with his 3 kids on her refrigerator.

The woman saves everything because it has a story.  And believe me, she knows all the “town” stories.

Even the squirrels …

Mom:  That squirrel started coming from Marge’s house across the street. And he runs back and forth all day with his nuts.

Me:  Mom I think you need to get out of the house more.  WTNutso.

As I feed squirrels and tell them to sit up like a damn dog.

See the original article at TheHuntersWife.net