Things are a little awry in my house.
– the clothes that I had left sprawled on the settee in my dressing room after a frantic frenzy of trying to find summer clothes that fit me [due to weight loss none of my shorts fit anymore unless I am going for the long-in-the-crotch look] are now on the floor.
– the dishwasher that I swear I ran before I left and that shows a green light indicating such – does not show a green light which means I either did not run it [i did – the dishes inside were clean] or someone has opened it – aah!
– this morning, I go into the kitchen, make coffee, walk past the table area – and I see something long and kind of squiggly on the floor.
A big shoelace perhaps?
It is a fucking SNAKE!!!!!
In. My. Kitchen.
My scream probably woke up the neighborhood. [it for sure woke up husband.]
We took a big piece of cardboard and scooped it out of the house onto the deck. [okay, husband did – I opened the door.]
What the heck?