Little dried pieces of fruit have been appearing in strange places around our house as of late.
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On the railings, the steps, at the edge of the gutters. And for a while I just thought the birds bit off more than they could chew. (Do birds chew?)
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But then there she was. Scurrying around the back deck with fruit in her mouth looking for a place to bury her treasure for future consumption.
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I think she must have missed that class at squirrel university.
What a dumb ass.
And speaking of squirrels? While the husband and I decided to take a pass on gifts this Valentines Day… I have to admit he won the card contest hands down.
The new adult educational booklet for our area was delivered today and I’m dumbfounded anyone would pay money for this crap very excited for the next round of classes!
In Maine you can take a class that teaches you how to turn a tin can into a stove.
You’re welcome.
You can stop reading other blogs now, it won’t get any stupider than this.
I mean, come on…
When was the last time you fit a stove in your backpack?
Point taken. That kid might be able to…
But for the rest of us taking the class means that can of baked beans we had for dinner last night could be heating up our outdoor meals for months to come.
No, I wasn’t thinking of that particular heat source.
But then, I wasn’t thinking of this either when I searched Google….
Damn, that disturbing.
And it certainly makes their ad slogan a bit suspect….
Maybe you should use a Campbell’s soup can instead.