Restaurant or at home - I love Italian either way. BP is working at one of the Italian restaurants here in town this summer, and brought home their basic chicken marinade recipe because I have to use it...and I have to admit, it's really good.
I'm not sure about the possum; I understand its moonlighting as a night security guard at Walmart. I wouldn't take my word for it though - I heard it from the brook, and you know how they babble. Maybe use the screech owl as a back-up; I hear he's available since he lost his gig as a back-up singer for that screamo death metal band, The Screaming Ornithophobics.
Family's in town for the weekend - my brother, his ex-wife, kids, and LX came down too. County fair today. Should be fun hanging out with livestock in 90 degree heat with 96% humidity. (eye-roll.) Tell that opossum (or the alternative screech owl) to get those turkeys singing soon!
D@mn-@ss roadrunner. He ran off down Route 666 with the big horned sheep's ewe. The big horned sheep got p!ssed and took out his anger on the upstairs of my house, ramming it until it was completely demolished.
The bats in the belfry made off with the toys in the attic.
The contractors made off with my sanity, and are holding it, along with my walls and ceilings ransom. They are demanding $25,000 in unmarked acorns by the time the flying aardvark reaches the hollow willow tree in the forest of dancing toadstools. It is only then will the fern fronds reveal the roadtrip plans.
Yes. It's hard to see from the picture because it's so small, but I am standing in the middle of what used to be our bedroom, looking through what used to be my closet, through what used to be the hallway, into what used to be the bathroom; the second photo is of what used to be the attic.