If you go out in the neighborhood just after a rainstorm, chances are good that you might accidentally step on a worm on the sidewalk. If you go out at any other time, chances are good that you might accidentally step on one of the ten-billion-flower-eating rabbits that were evilly deposited by an exponent-demonstrating-math-teacher.
A few days ago, the kids found a baby bunny near the roadside. I actually think it may have been nearly killed by a bird, not a car, which would explain some of the Alfred Hitchcockian bird-attack scenes that go on in the yard. I was not very nice about the poor thing. Let it die! (Insert evil laugh here: bwah-ha-hah!) The kids decided to scoop it up on a flat board and carry it over to the shade of a pine tree so it could die in peace. (Ew. Hand sanitizer!)
In addition to the rabbit, the garage door is developing artificial intelligence. On the good days, it throws tantrums and refuses to close until I let it open and shut seven times. On its worst day ever, it opened for no reason, after we'd been home for 30 minutes and were having dinner.
So, as I left this morning, I compromised with Mister Door and his rabbit guest and left the door open 6 inches at the bottom all day. I hope Peter decided to escape while I was gone, but if he suffers some kind of garage-clutter fatality, I probably won't care. (Bwah-hah-hah)
2 comments:
Totally laughed at the weird garage door thing. Maybe your garage has been talking to my car. Our car doors randomly lock themselves. Luckily we also have a keypad entry or my keys would have been locked inside about a hundred times now. The worst was one time at the grocery store when I agreed to let the clerk help me load my groceries into the car. I went and got the car, pulled it up to the curb, then got out of the car to go help him, but the door was still locked, and he was staring at me like I was the blondest person he'd ever met. Stupid voodoo locks.
oh, poor bunnies!!!! They're so cute, though!!! Our cat left a sweet little baby bunny for us in the garage....Scarlett asked if we could keep him. Ya, he was pretty darn dead...so, no, we can't keep him...
Your garage sounds like it has a fun sense of humor. :)
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