Cashing in those kind favors
July 1, 2008 | Uncategorized
Several of you offered to help me out, after the birth of the Nugget. I appreciate your kindness and offers of support and assistance. It is times like today when I suck up my pride, accept that I need help and reach out to you, my interweb friends.
All ya have to do to help me out today is head on over here and scoop up/dispose of that half-flattened squirrel that army-crawled into our driveway and now serves as the centerpiece of a morbid fly swarm.
The shovel is in the garage.
Thanks.
Posted by Mrs. Squirrel @ 12:18 pm
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July 1st, 2008 at 12:35 pm, lizzie Says:
oh I see that the mysterious dead squirrels have headed over to your neck of the woods. see what it’s like to have a dead squirrel on your lawn? see? oh and I wish I could help you with the shovel and all but I couldn’t even do it when we had the same problem. I could send D over around 7pm? He can do his “skeeved out” dance. It’s pretty cute.
July 1st, 2008 at 12:41 pm, Julie Says:
Umm, yeah, I’m busy. Otherwise I’d totally help you out.
July 1st, 2008 at 12:51 pm, Audrey Says:
Hmmmm. Yeah. Good luck with that.
July 1st, 2008 at 2:12 pm, Kristabella Says:
Well, crap. It appears there are no flights out of Chicago to New York state. Ever. Again.
Awww, shucks.
Good luck with that, though.
July 1st, 2008 at 2:28 pm, Jennifer Says:
Some goals are best met through one’s own hard work and determination, dontcha think? But I fully offer you all my emotional support!
July 1st, 2008 at 3:20 pm, Becca Says:
Awww gross!! Sounds like a husband job to me. I hope you weren’t planning on using your driveway for the rest of the day.
July 1st, 2008 at 6:24 pm, Sweets Says:
But it is a SQUIRREL. He obviously wanted to get to you and spend time with his fellow squirrel brethren. I think the hollow squirrel was calling out to him in a sort of crazy suicide pact. Hollow Squirrel = evil
July 1st, 2008 at 7:00 pm, Lizarita Says:
One of those crazy squirrels (no offense) hauled ass into my garage yesterday. And just as I was trying to figure out how to get the little s.o.b. outta there, it FLEW past me, out of the garage, and up a tree. Haley was screeching like a hyena and Bella was yelling “puppie! puppie!” the whole time. Insane little creatures, I tell ya. (Squirrels, not my kids.)
July 1st, 2008 at 8:29 pm, Tony Youn Says:
Stacy
Can you email me? I was hoping to ask you who did your blog redo?
Thanks!
Tony
July 1st, 2008 at 8:46 pm, Sallyacious Says:
Aw. Dude. Ew. Just…
Ew.
That’s what husbands are for.
July 1st, 2008 at 10:08 pm, Poodle Says:
Dude – did Sweets really Fed Ex that one we stumbled upon? She nasty.
July 4th, 2008 at 1:52 am, alyndabear Says:
I think you’re awesome lady, but a particular MeatLoaf song comes to mind …
‘And I would do anything for looooove, but I won’t do that.’
EW.
I would, on the other hand, definitely take you up on the whole pampering offer. How do you get out of NYC
July 6th, 2008 at 8:14 pm, Hollow Squirrel » Where Squirrels Come to Die Says:
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