Do you ever wonder "Why Me?" Those words have been running like a ticker tape through my head for days now.
It started with a severe onslaught of allergy symptoms after having a cookout, which turned out perfect, by the way. It's that can't sleep, can't breathe, sore throat kind of stuff, where your throat only stops hurting when something is going down it and you only ever get one nostril working at a time.
It took some doing, but I finally managed to get into some good deep sleep Friday night. Until about midnight, that is, when I was awakened by the loud clanging of metal. "Someone is stealing the horse trailer" was the first thought in my head. "Why would they want it?" was the 2nd. By this time I was stumbling around in the dark trying to clear my sleep hazed brain so I could remember where I had locked the gun away. About that time I stumbled over my boy's baseball bat, darn near killing myself in the doing. After I managed to quit cursing, I figured it would work as good as anything, so took it along with me.
I was poised, peeking out the window in a search for the culprit, when it found me! The second barrage of noise came, directly underneath my feet, under the floor of the house. Well, let me tell you, it took me a while to slip back in my skin after that little episode. Finally figured out it was an armadillo that had made his way underneath the house and gotten tangled up in some plumbing doodads under there. At the same time all this was going on, his shell was also scraping along the bottom of the floor, sounding like he was about to come inside with us. Of course, this had to be when DH was not home. Afraid he would tear something loose, I began stomping the floor just above him, hoping he would move on to another area. By the time he moved on I had stomped until a picture fell off the wall and the kids were awake wanting to know why I was stomping the floor and cursing in the middle of the night. No need to complain, it's all just par for the course around here.
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