The neighbors living in close proximity to the remodel project in the burg hate me. I’m sure of it. I don’t really blame them, because sleep is important, and I’m not normally a screamer, but tonight was different.
Close to midnight, I decide to check the house. There’s this bunny that lives in the front yard, and he’s sitting in his usual spot in the dark watching me as I fumble keys to get the door unlocked. I’m staring him down as I open the storm door, and something pretty darned big hits my feet! I figure it’s a rat or the bunny’s mate getting even for waking him up or maybe a rabid dog. I scream.
Know what it was? The stupid wreath decorating the door fell off, and because I’m sharing this with the world, you all owe me a drink. You’re welcome, world.