Well, since this is my blog of ranting...I thought I'd share another experience. The last week we lived in our old place, I was walking to the train. Less than a hundred yards from our front door
(I was already late as per usual), I looked up as I walked to see a squirrel running along the power line above me. Then the unthinkable happened. Skeet! I was hit square on the shoulder. It wreaked something awful. I was shocked. I ran home changed and was even later than usual. Of course it begged the question when I arrived, "Why are you late?". Which inevitably was followed with, "You're not going to believe this, but......."AND SCENE...
