Ha, ha...truth. "It was a beautiful, sunny day in the summer of '77. The solace was broken by a glance up to witness a squirrel, wild eyed, headed towards me and my bathing suited body, on its hind legs. I leap out of my chaise lounge, screaming, "Goodge! Goodge! Open the door! (back screen door is locked) Laura, aka, Goodge, saunters her slowest over to the door with a lassie faire response of "I'm coming....since when are you afraid of squirrels?" When she FINALLY unlocks the door, she sees the wild eyed man-squirrel headed towards the both of us, slams the door shut and we both start screaming, "IT"S RABID". Yes...yes, that might catch their interest. ha/ha
Keep being fabulous, Mary!
Maria-thank you. I needed that. A lot.
Maybe if you included a story about a rabid squirrel attacking you, the publishers would be more interested. Ha! You go, Murro!
Ha, ha...truth. "It was a beautiful, sunny day in the summer of '77. The solace was broken by a glance up to witness a squirrel, wild eyed, headed towards me and my bathing suited body, on its hind legs. I leap out of my chaise lounge, screaming, "Goodge! Goodge! Open the door! (back screen door is locked) Laura, aka, Goodge, saunters her slowest over to the door with a lassie faire response of "I'm coming....since when are you afraid of squirrels?" When she FINALLY unlocks the door, she sees the wild eyed man-squirrel headed towards the both of us, slams the door shut and we both start screaming, "IT"S RABID". Yes...yes, that might catch their interest. ha/ha