|This is one of Mac's photographs, which I like a lot. He does something|
neat with the colors and it's kew-el. However, it's not going to
stop me from making fun of the fact that his blog outstripped mine.
Where was I? Meandering. Again. It's a hopeless flaw. Sometimes I have a point and I completely forget what it was. Like now. Oh, yes. The bathroom. Well, we moved to a new town and a new state and I'm having to get used to everything. Including the local fauna. This house has its own fauna. There are spiders everywhere. I think they're some kind of Daddy Long Legs. The one in the downstairs bathroom (see, I got back on track eventually) is called Bob. Bob hangs out in the corner where I couldn't reach him if I wanted to reach him. I was okay with it as long as Bob stayed up there. Live and let live as long as Bob didn't trespass in my private area whilst I was pressing potty buttons or doing something else.
HOWEVER, Bob done messed up. Yesterday, our daughter went into the downstairs potty and then immediately came back out in a marked hurry. Turns out that Bob had come down from the ceiling. Alas Bob met his maker. It was very sad. But today my daughter came out of the same bathroom. (We use bathrooms a lot don't we?) She said, "There's another Bob in the bathroom." Haha. Bob Jr. took up residence. They must have a waiting list. (I wonder if they're related to the Daddy Long Legs in Arkansas. I sure hope not. They might have sent each a memo about me. Check out On Camping OR OMG I'm Going Camping Again. There are illustrations.)
|Did I misspell the a-word? Too bad. My blog.|
But wait there's other kinds of wildlife abounding. I went out front to look at the rain and almost stepped on what I thought was a lizard. It was a lizard but it's a lizard I've never heard of before. It's called a ground skink. It was about four inches long and black. I thought I was going to levitate. (I did levitate. Fat Women can levitate in dire circumstances. A tiny black thing with a wiggling tail lasciviously eying my foot is almost certainly a dire circumstance.) And most importantly, it was a NAKED ground skink! It was completely unclothed on my front porch! Who says that living in Alabama isn't exciting?
|There it is. The X-rating. A naked ground skink.|
I've sunk to a new low.