A Beary Good Time
/I survived the weekend.
Barely.
There were casualties. Actually, there were many casualties. I'm waiting to hear from a batch of screaming lawyers as I hide in my home, now emptied from the throng of 26 or more bodies shoved into the cracks and crevices of my house over the course of the weekend.
It is just me, my kids, my dog and the sweet twittering of the birds. Just as how Nature intended it.
Oh, and the bears.
I'm still waiting for the wildlife officers to arrive and take them away.
While I'm waiting, I'm blog-sitting for Her Bad Mother. Go on over and read about my wild weekend here.
Be thankful I haven't invited any of you over to my house lately.
Barely.
There were casualties. Actually, there were many casualties. I'm waiting to hear from a batch of screaming lawyers as I hide in my home, now emptied from the throng of 26 or more bodies shoved into the cracks and crevices of my house over the course of the weekend.
It is just me, my kids, my dog and the sweet twittering of the birds. Just as how Nature intended it.
Oh, and the bears.
I'm still waiting for the wildlife officers to arrive and take them away.
While I'm waiting, I'm blog-sitting for Her Bad Mother. Go on over and read about my wild weekend here.
Be thankful I haven't invited any of you over to my house lately.