It was Friday afternoon around 3:30. I had the day off from work and was deep in the throes of a DIY project
that involved my office, the front porch, a very long drill bit, the risk for electrocution,
and much cursing. (More on that later in the week or when I finish it, whichever comes first.)
Anyway, I was measuring the office wall for the umpteenth time, paralyzed by doubt and indecision,
when who should I spy outside the door but my good friend Baby Squirrel #1.
Baby Squirrel #1: Mama, the nice lady is troubled and could use some comic relief.
Mama Squirrel: How many times must we have this discussion? Do not talk to strangers.
Baby Squirrel: She's not a stranger! I met her last week and she was very nice.
Mama Squirrel: Nice and strange is more like it. Now hurry up. We've got to get back home before rush hour.
Mama Squirrel: Be on the lookout for a pig and a bunch of chickens.
Mama Squirrel: The pig might sit on you and those chickens...you don't want to know.
Baby Squirrel #1: I'm not afraid chickens. I'm not afraid of anything.
Mama Squirrel: Just be quiet and hop to it.
Mama Squirrel: This is a donkey crossing. Look both ways and don't be fooled by the masks.
Me: See you next time, kids. Thanks for stopping by. I needed that.