There is this squirrel who has been visiting our yard quite a bit. I've been hoping to capture him on video or even just a picture - but no luck.
We've named him Elvis - after I had thrown some squirrel friendly food out into the yard:
"Look honey, the squirrel!"
"Yeah, he doesn't appear to be too afraid of us. I think he's like Elvis. I bet he plays all the yards . . . for all the nuts he can get."
This morning as we Zooms were getting ready for work, our telephone rang. Our neighbors, who have started a huge construction project, wanted to talk to us about the common wall. Although they wanted to talk NOW.
When we didn't call back within 60 seconds, they called AGAIN and even knocked on our door.
Mr. Zoom was not pleased. I tried to create a solution:
"Tell them we've adopted Elvis. That we've converted to his nut church and are donating all of our money to trees."
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2 comments:
Funny you mention neighbors. We have to talk.
Elvis rules.
It just makes you want to move to the middle of nowhere.
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