Remember when I said "until next time", the last time I posted? Okay then, Do you remember when I said the last couple of weeks were a little crazy around here?
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I'll tell you. . . it must have been wild wilderness week or something last week because the madness didn't stop with snakes.
~ Yes, It's true ~
Yeah, so anyway: Tuesday, my sister Lucy *** aka Margaret *** fell by tripping over her sandals. Yep! right over her sandals. The bad news: Lucy stopped her fall with her face.
On her face y'all!
Right on her face! and here is where I have to say, "Bless her Heart". That is exactly what we say in the south if someone falls on their face. So, I'll just go ahead and say it again for all of us.
Right on her face! and here is where I have to say, "Bless her Heart". That is exactly what we say in the south if someone falls on their face. So, I'll just go ahead and say it again for all of us.
"Bless her heart!"
You know it's one thing when you think someone will fall on their face but when they actually do it. . .It's just bad.
Poor Lucy!
You know it's one thing when you think someone will fall on their face but when they actually do it. . .It's just bad.
Poor Lucy!
The best Nana ever took her to the doctor and thankfully or shall I say . . .as we say in the South "Thank the Lord!" Nothing was broken. Lucy had bruising and swelling and lots and lots of soreness.
But! the fun didn't stop there.
The very next morning I called to see if Lucy was okay and she wasn't! She was not good at all. She said she felt terrible. Being the good sister that I am I went to check on her with my concerned face. .. and concerned I was. I found that she was swollen and groggy and just a little bit loopy. . . more so then usual. But then I guess when you fall on your face your going to be swollen and groggy and just a little bit loopy. So I left her to rest and told her I would bring her back some homemade soup that I had made for my son number one. . .the one that just had his wisdom teeth pulled Monday.
As I pulled my dented car out of her drive way ***remember last week the best Nana someone hit my car*** the best Nana ever call and whispered into the phone with alarm. "There is a squirrel in the house!"
Okay, what???
I thought I heard you say: "There was a squirrel in the house".
I thought I heard you say: "There was a squirrel in the house".
and the best Nana ever replied
There is a squirrel in the house!
I quickly went to help. . . Someone had to do the screaming and I already had practice with the snakes.
It just happened with luck that Big Brother Bill was there. Without a thought to himself, he shinned up his armor, threw it on and became the hero of the day by battling this wild animal that had invaded his mothers home. With nothing but skill Sr. Bill the Knight trapped the creature into the fireplace. Bill would defend his mother to the death. . . Bill's first thought was to have that little varmint run back up the chimney. . . the same way he came in.
and just so you know: this is where I helped again because new dishes caught my eye!
I just love dishes. So I said "Oh! new dishes." and with the squirrel safely trapped in the fireplace I started to unwrap the new dishes and look. Bill said "hey! let me have that paper the dishes were wrapped in." So I gave it to him . . .and that's when the excitment started.
I just love dishes. So I said "Oh! new dishes." and with the squirrel safely trapped in the fireplace I started to unwrap the new dishes and look. Bill said "hey! let me have that paper the dishes were wrapped in." So I gave it to him . . .and that's when the excitment started.
With the fireplace safely wrapped in plastic and duck tape. . .Bill lite the paper I handed to him and stuck his arm behind the plastic. He started to take the cerramic logs off there settings .
THERE!!! the varmint was hiding under the logs!
In the fireplace you could see the little things heart beat in a panic as a giant arm came closer and closer . . . and smoke filled his secret hideout.
In the fireplace you could see the little things heart beat in a panic as a giant arm came closer and closer . . . and smoke filled his secret hideout.
this wild thing went crazy and scrammebled to get out.
To bad for him he didn't didn't run up the shoot as planned. Instead he tried to run up the wall and got trapped in the plastic and duck tape.
This is were Sr Bill the knight caught him with his bare hands. I helped here too by screaming and throughing a towel Bill's way. Bill wrapped this wild creature in the plastic and quickly took him outside. Secured the fireplace shoot so cousins and friends of this crazed critter could not come into the house and avenge their brother squirrel.
When I told Stevie Wonder about all the excitement at the best Nana's house, he turned himself into one of the Clampetts *** this was a time you needed to be a clean shot! Buck eyes and the whole nine yards! ***
Stevie Wonder knew the best Nana ever wouldn't want big holes in her walls - he knew when he patroled the property he had to be a clean shot! I even think I heard him say "Hot dog!" when he grabbed his pellet gun and "com-ents to a-runnin"
Stevie Wonder knew the best Nana ever wouldn't want big holes in her walls - he knew when he patroled the property he had to be a clean shot! I even think I heard him say "Hot dog!" when he grabbed his pellet gun and "com-ents to a-runnin"
However, much to Jethro's disapiontment the best Nana ever was not going to turn herself into Granny and cook up sqirraul for dinner.
And the week ended as it began. . . With a birthday. . . this time it's the Best Nana'a big day.
Happy Birthday Best Nana!
Happy Mother's Day Y'all!
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