Thursday, May 7, 2009
I know, I know, I've been MIA for awhile. My best friend Kalii flew in from Portland last Friday. I wanted to spend as much time with her as possible. Now that I think about it, we should have had slumber parties in her room every night, rather than me sleeping with my stinky ol' husband. Oh well, next time, haha. Just one of the many exciting things that happened while she was here, was the surprise attack of a baby Rattlesnake in our backyard.
I had a hell of a time convincing my thinks-hes-superhuman husband not to catch the snake by himself with a garden hoe, and to wait for base security to come get it. The last thing I wanted the day before my birthday, was to take my augmentative husband to the ER with life threatening Rattlesnake poisoning. Yes, I admit I'm selfish and was thinking of the outcome of my birthday, but seriously honey, leave the damn snake alone and go finish mowing the lawn, please? I know anything poisonous instantly flips your personal man-challenge switch, so I'll drop it right after I type this, but for future reference, baby Rattlesnake = bad. Lets leave it at that?