It appears my house is under some kind of biblical siege. We are slowly working through every single plague. Last week? Fire. Today? SNAKES. Oh, and I heard locusts outside this morning.
Yes, snakes. A potential copperhead slithering across my back doormat. I’ve made 900 phone calls trying to get SOMEONE to call me back to come rip up my entire back deck… with no luck.
This should have been a post about The Swimmy’s first day of Kindergarten, or Benjamite’s naming ceremony yesterday. That will have to wait.
Be back later. With a shovel. And knee high boots. Perhaps with Husband’s shotgun. Wish me luck.