Anyway, so my weekend didn't get any better--in fact it was by far the worst weekend I've ever had, but I'm not going to bore you with those details. Instead, be bored by these: :P
Okay, so a couple of weeks ago (like 3) one of our dogs...let me clarify by saying my dog is no longer with us so I take no responsibility for this!...brought in some animal. My brother thought it was dead, but couldn't be too sure. The dog--so youthful in her young age, yeah right--escaped my older brother...the old age of 33...and he wasn't sure what happened next. He told my mom, but it was late at night so neither of them knew what to do.
Fast forward to this weekend. (Okay I guess I am boring you with weekend details. :P Deal with it!) My mom was going to make breakfast and as she went to get a pan to cook eggs in, she discovered a load of--ahem--poop under the sink. She told my dad about it, went out and got new pots and pans and threw away the old ones.
Okay, that was Saturday. Now it's Monday--in my story anyway. :D I started working 7-3 instead of 8-3. I don't have much time to eat breakfast, I'm not a morning person so I wake up at the latest possible moment. Anyway, before I digress too much...I went to the downstairs freezer to get my breakfast sandwich. I walked up the stairs. There are two "flights" with a landing connecting them;they make almost a right angle. At the side of the top "flight" there is no wall on the one side, just open to the downstairs. We have a cabinet against the structure though, so you can only see about 4 inches from the top of the cabinet to the bottom of the shelves.
Okay, do you have a semi-mental picture? (I wish I took pictures because this was priceless! I'll have to try and get pics of the set-up to clarify my "fabulous?" description.) As I was walking up the steps, it took me a few seconds, but I realized I saw someone...or something looking at me. Sure enough, I backtracked a few steps. There was A POSSUM just sitting atop the cabinet staring out. I went upstairs and announced there was a possum. My dad went down and...well, let's just say there's no more possum. Maybe he trapped it and set it free, maybe someone came in and rid us of it...maybe there's another explanation. Who knows?? I'll just leave this one a cliff-hanger. ;)
Good night all, I need my rest! Last night I didn't get to sleep until 11:30 and was wakened by Mikey. He didn't want to go back to sleep until 4:30 and I didn't get to sleep until 5. I have to be up by 5:45...I didn't make it this morning. (Though surprisingly, I was actually EARLY for work!)
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