Jeremiah sent me an email yesterday afternoon while I was at work with those words written in the subject box.
So, "FROM THE CEILING..."
and then I open it and it says,
"FALLS A SNAKE."
and then I wet my pants, because I'm sure, with the recent bug issues we have been experiencing at the house (We aren't DIRTY, we live in the desert. And I'm a bit defensive about the bugs, so let's just stop talking about it. Okay?), that he is home and a snake fell from the ceiling. Because bugs aren't horrible enough. Dogs going crazy. Are you picturing it?
Then I keep reading...
"I didn’t see it. It’s still here. It fell on Matt’s desk. Hahahahahaha."
So all this happened at work. And Matt? I don't know him but from what I've heard, I wouldn't like him. I'm happy that a snake fell on his desk. I bet he screamed like a sissy, or like...me, if a snake were to fall on my desk.
Relief swept over me and then I realized I peed my pants for no reason.
I hate when that happens.
It doesn't have a lot of trees, animals, or any big lakes, but it does have its perks. Sunshine every day and a daily forecast of warm or hot. This has two benefits. One, getting dressed is a snap. Two, every day is sandal day! Arizona isn't perfect, but it is where we are currently calling home. We are just two youngsters from the Midwest, trying to survive in the desert. And this is our story.
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I would have immediately put a "For Sale" sign up in front of the house and checked into a hotel. Let J and the dogs fend for themselves.
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