Sometimes when you talk, my eyes glaze over. It’s not that I’m not listening. It’s just that I’m fantasizing about how to kill you. And on the off-chance I decide a dray of man-eating squirrels is the most efficient and eloquent method, I know just who to have commemorate the moment: Scott A. A. Bibus, Rogue Taxidermist. If you like to keep the contents of your stomach in your stomach, you may want to skip his Dead Animal Art site. But if you prefer to keep your used lunch on your keyboard, have at it.
This is going right next to my horse show ribbons and my Odyssey of the Mind honorable mention.
I totally went to state in Odyssey of the Mind. (Why, yes, that’s all that I feel the need to comment on.)
I never knew that someday I would have to fear squirrels but today I’m afraid very afraid.
Yes, once their done with what’s left of my fig crop, I fully expect to find them trying to break out my windows with their little pecans.
Thanks for finding my 35th birthday present!