Oh my pack of dogs. While I was gone to a wedding, Earl lost his collar. So this morning I went looking for it. I didn't find Earl's collar, but I did find a dead gopher in the middle of the yard. This produced screams on my part. Then more screams, then a few short screams and then I called for Bill who was getting ready in the house. He then had the choice of either screaming like a girl or manning up and scooping the dead gopher into the trash bag. He choose to be a man and I continued to scream like a little girl. I don't like dead things in my yard. Normally when I find dead things in the yard I follow this proven sequence of events: Scream. Call my dad (and hope he comes over and fixes it.) Scream some more when he says no. Call Pete and hope he can come over. Scream when that doesn't pan out. Scream as I get the trash can and shovel. Scream as I scoop up the dead animal. Scream as I throw it out. Bill's presence just reduced my reaction to screaming. This is why I need a husband. There was a nicely sized hole next to the dead gopher, so I would like to think that we got home last night in the middle of the burial service and that Randi and Earl were just preparing the soil to lay the dead gopher to rest. So gross.
EDub is on strike and has not laid any more eggs.
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