Egads! How does the time fly?

Fezboy! spent a wild and crazy weekend in the thriving metropolis of Chicago. Upon arriving back in Flowertown, I have been busy getting projects together for school and baseball. However, it is no excuse. Regular posts to follow . . .*he says with renewed committment*

Youshoulda seen the guys who came to rid the attic of raccoons this morning. A pair of mullets who went by the names of Mike and (I’m not kidding here) Bone Daddy. The pair was definitely scary in a "Deliverence" sort of way. Bone Daddy looked like he would be perfectly comfortable having someone "squeeeaalll like a piggie." He also reeked heavily of patchouli oil and was wearing some sort of bear claw necklace. At any rate, the two ventured off into our attic and poked around for a time before coming back to say that, "Yup, there’s been a couple of critters up thar." I’m not kidding about the "critters" or "thar" either.

Anyway, last night there were no noises. I think the raccoons have moved on, finding the wife and Fezboy! unfit as neighbors after all. In case they return, there is a Saf-T-Trap chock full of kitty food to lure them into a "relocation" program. Hooray! I can finally sleep at night.