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On Saturday, we all got up bright and early, Fred to get groceries, the spud to go to work, and me because Fred and I had decided to go fishing. Fred was back with the groceries pretty quickly, and I put them away while he went out to get the fishing stuff ready to go. We left sometime after 7, and headed to Madison County Lake, where we rented a small boat and headed out for some fishing.
Fred did all the fishing – I’ve never been much of a fisher, so I brought a book with me and alternately read and enjoyed the scenery while he fished. He didn’t have much luck, so after about three and a half hours, we headed for home.
Naturally, I took pictures.
The ducks like Cheerios.
“Hey, rumor has it you’ve got Cheerios. Hand ’em over, lady!”
Considering what a shrieky girly-girl I can be, it would probably amaze you to know how excited I got when Fred spotted this frog hopping across the grass.
We also saw a baby snake swimming – SWIMMING – along the shoreline, but I wasn’t fast enough with the camera. I continue to think that it’s the height of wrongness that snakes can actually swim. ::shudder::
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Oh, and here’s something funny that happened. Thursday, after Fred tried fishing in Decatur and didn’t catch anything, he had a bunch of crickets left over. Once the cats were done sniffing at them, we put the cricket bucket out in the garage, and then because every time I opened the garage door the cats went racing out to sniff at the crickets, I put the cricket bucket out in the driveway, next to the trash can.
The next morning, Fred said “All the crickets were gone this morning.”
“How odd,” I said. “The bucket wasn’t knocked over, was it?”
“No, it was in the same place and the same position as it was last night.”
So we discussed it for a little while and decided it had to be the work of a bird, a snake, or a possum. When we got back from fishing on Saturday, we left the bucket out in the driveway again, and then went to Ruby Tuesday’s for lunch. When we got home about an hour later, all the crickets were gone, and there were several splatters of bird poop around the bucket.
Mystery solved, I guess.
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When I got up yesterday morning and came downstairs, I found these sitting on my desk:
(On the left: “Snax Lady”. On the right: “My mama”.)
When I opened them, I found these cards:
(front)
(inside)
(front)
(inside)
I know it makes us gigantic dorks, getting cards for each other from the cats on Mother’s Day and Father’s Day, but when I opened those cards and saw how
Fred the cats had signed them, I laughed out loud.
And then, because it was Mother’s Day and I don’t gotta do nothin’ on Mother’s Day (aside from vacuum, clean out the litter box, and do dishes, that is), I sat on the couch and completely cleared off the DVR.
I decree Mother’s Day a huge success!
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There are four men running for Madison County Coroner, and I’m seeing their signs everywhere. Their names are:
Bobby Berryhill
Carlton Cash
Greg Goodwin
Dennis Green
Poor Dennis Green. Apparently no one told him about the alliteration rule. Poor man doesn’t have a chance!
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Dirty boys.
This could totally be on a movie poster about forbidden love – Brokeback Kitties.
Tommy experiments to see if he can lick Sugarbutt’s ENTIRE head at the same time.
The look on Tommy’s face cracks me UP. Here, here’s a closeup:
All of today’s uploaded pictures are
hither.
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Previously
2005: No entry.
2004: No entry.
2003: So far, I believe she’s ahead in the fart wars.
2002: That damn PTA. I will NOT be suckered in again by them, damnit!
2001: Realtors.
2000: New eyes, new hair – I’ll practically be a whole new woman!]]>