~~Doo-Doo-Do-Do-Doo-Doo Doo-Doo-Do-Do-Doo-Doo ~~
Well, it seems I have made friends. Apparently I have been feeding my furry little friend nightly. Let me go back… I despise taking out the trash. I would rather stuff the garbage pail so full it overflows into like 3 extra bags lined up on the floor. Yeah, it’s that bad. I actually told my husband in pre-marital counseling that on the top of my “expectations list” is to never expect me to do trash. Pathetic, I know.
Anyway, since he has been gone I have had to take care of this task. It takes me a year to remember which day is trash day and when I finally do it’s time to move! So…needless to say I ALWAYS miss trash day. (my poor brother tried to call me in time this morning to warn me it was my trash day…too late! Already missed it!)
So…everyday I have the best of intentions and bag the overflowing trashcan and set it on the porch. And every night my furry little friend feasts. Oh and he is no polite houseguest. The thing rips the bags to shreds and leaves the nastiness ALL OVER! Each day after shoveling crap off my porch I swear I will not let this happen…again!
So tonight I was chillin on the couch when I actually heard his tiny little sounds. I walked to the window and caught him!!! He stared me down and scattered under the truck. Gotcha!
VICTORY IS MINE LITTLE BOOGER!!!
