Guess what we did yesterday?
I don't know quite how he does it...but Ian is pretty good.
And I know he's not cheating because I picked the cards for the confidential folder.
So if there was any, um...facilitating...or accidentally seeing of cards that may have flipped over during distribution...it was done by me. All done in an honest effort to help the game along, of course.
Hey, guess what?
Today is the last day of August. I just love when it's time for a new month.
I was all excited for August approximately 30 days ago. Now I'm over that, and it's on to September. I'm so fickle.
I think I mentioned before...my whiteboard calendar from Wally World? Under $7.
I found it while school supply shopping. I love this thing. I'm going to erase it today and write in September. yay. September rocks. First day of school...now just 48 short hours away...football season starts...the leaves are turning...the air gets a little crispier (it's supposed to anyway) and pretty soon it feels good to have a sweater on. I. Love. It.
Have you read that book 'Where the Wild Things Are?' Good book.
Unfortunately, the wild things were in my back yard Saturday night. And of course, Iz was gone. He was off with Jeff in Kent watching Mixed Martial Arts fight night.
Anyhow, at about midnight, I was looking out my bedroom window...and that's when I saw it. Creepy little nasty thing. Sitting on my back fence.
And no. They are NOT cutesey-wootsey woodland creatures.
Pointy little noses. Long rat tails. Beady little eyes.
Probably has 26 babies at home that she can't afford.
So I bravely went out to the kitchen, turned on the outside light and opened the sliding door...but not too much, because if the cats had got out it would have been Mixed Martial Arts Fight Night right in my back yard. With fur flying and everything.
Mind you, I'm in my nightgown and I'm conjuring up all those stupid scary movies where the dumb girl hears a noise (or sees a possum), goes outside, and gets hacked to bits by the serial killer. The one all his neighbors thought was such "a nice, quiet guy...kind of kept to himself...we did think it was a little odd when the delivery truck came and brought those 6 deep freezers but we just figured he liked Hot Pockets or something."
I'm in my nightgown, checking for serial killers...and then I attempt to shoo the possum off the fence. Hoping and praying I don't make it mad. Because if he/she were to jump down and charge me, I'd likely need a new nightgown right there on the spot.
So I'm politely (but firmly) trying to shoo it off the fence...and it wouldn't move.
Just sat there. And yawned.
Which ticked me off.
Oh, I'm so sorry. Is the crazy lady in the white nightgown flapping her arms and yelling shoo shoo BORING you little possum?
I decided to go back to bed. By the time I got back to my bedroom and checked the fence again, the possum was gone. I mean, not really gone...more like at large. I had to close my window...because what if it would attract the possum (The Food Network channel was on after all) and then it would want to have a smack-down with one of the cats? (They love sitting in the bedroom window.)
Stupid, stupid possum.
Now I'm going to have to check for it every night. And hope it doesn't find me first.