I had a cute little design post ready to go last night, but our Internet was being silly. And, meanwhile, I found two gophers in our yard. So, of course, I had to share.
I got home relatively early from work last night (ie. it was still daylight) and thought I'd play around in the yard a bit. I started by raking up some of the leaves that had straggled and stuck around since the fall.
Picture this: I'm picking weeds, raking away and pretty much imagining that once I'm finished with my hour long yard work jaunt, our yard will instantly look like this.
And then, under one of my beloved azalea bushes, I found a gopher. Actually, two of them. My rake touched one and I quickly realized it was not moving. Oh. Em. Gee. All country cottage images shattered.
So I did the obvious... and screamed. Scrunched my toes up and closed my eyes and tried to pretend that I had not seen two dead gophers under my azalea bush. David wasn't home from work yet, so I didn't know what to do. Call a neighbor? Call the fire department? Maybe the office of homeland security?
Then I came to my senses and realized I wasn't doing anything about the gophers- they were staying put until hubby got home. I ran to the other side of the yard and started over there (yes, screaming every time I found something under a pile of leaves- don't worry, no more gophers).
THANK goodness, David got home before dark. Before he could even say "what up, G" (which is how we greet each other, obviously), I ran to his car screaming "oh-my-gosh-there-are-two-gophers-under-our-shrubbery-holy-cow-you-must-do-something-but-don't-touch-them-because-I-don't-want-you-to-get-dead-gopher-germs." Plus a few four letter words. So David goes over to the bush, and says "ooohh, I see" with a slightly squeamish look on his face. Those things looked gross.
BUT. Then he says... "wait a minute, honey..." and starts poking around at the gophers a bit. Of course that freaks me out, so I start screaming again and running around the yard doing some kind of creeped out dance.
David: "Honey... the gophers have a Ty tag on them."
Me: "A Ty tag?? Those poor gophers, why do they have a Ty tag on them?"
David: "Because they aren't gophers."
David: "I'm pretty sure it's a Beanie Baby."
I kid you not, folks. No gophers. Just a gopher-look alike stuffed animal. Let's take a moment of silence for Bob the Dog, a Beanie Baby who has been buried in our yard for goodness knows how long.
And that, my friends, is a day in the life of Michelle. Oh me, oh my.
PS. On a totally different note, does anyone know of any good sources for a bathroom vanity??