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Idiot Control Now
bees on pie, burning rubber tires
the end of days
From our kitchen window, we can see the pool and shed in the backyard. Last night it was raining, and as we were getting ready to make dinner, D looked out the window and saw a squirrel scratching at the shed doors. D said, "That's why the damn door is so torn up! I thought [the last owner] did that!"

And since it was raining, D stripped off all his clothes and ran outside with a broom and a can of bug spray to shoo away the squirrel. I was too slow to get a camera, darn it, but all I could think, watching him in the rain, butt naked and harassing a squirrel with a broom in his hand, was "Oh, Lord, I'm married to Dale Gribble."

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Current Music: she won't go--wifee and the huzz band

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