We got back from San Antonio last night. We didn’t plan to; but the weather sucked yesterday and so did the event. In the past it’s been one of our most successful event; not this year though. After we paid expenses, Doug and I calculated that we made minimum wage so staying in a motel another night seemed like a luxury. Of course some vendors didn’t even cover their expenses so I know we were luckier than most.
Our wild time in San Antonio wasn’t to be I suppose. There was no spontaneity to be had since we woke up home again, each of us on a seperate couch as it’s been for almost two weeks now. (We had hoped to be sharing a king-sized, dog-free bed this morning). Oh well, life goes on. It’s not like this morning was our last opportunity.
That’s not to say though that my weekend lacked excitement. After sweeping this morning I turned to throw a ball for the girls and saw my empty dining room was empty no more. What was in it you might ask? A SNAKE! Yes, a snake; not a giant anaconda, but at 18″ long it was enough to elicit a scream from me. It was only as big around as my finger, but it was big enough to freak me out.
Little Bit and Daisy came running to investigate. As they got there the snake lifted it’s head. About that time Doug finally arrived from the East wing after hearing my screams, and ridded our domicile of the reptile. All I can imagine is that the snake hitched a ride inside one of trash cans that Doug had brought in from outside. We’re not near a bayou anymore nor do we have a dog door in yet. I pray that’s how it got in anyway.
I have great friends that send me things I can use here. I’m not a cat person, but this made me laugh. Thanks Mother Connie.
You keep me coming back for more.
That’s my evil plan.