Dog is growling out the front and side windows and then howling and then back to deep growling. She's currently standing on the back of the couch with her head behind the curtain; just staring and growling.
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"I was thinking about getting off on demand, but it sounds like I should be glad that I didn't"
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"I was thinking about getting off on demand, but it sounds like I should be glad that I didn't"
Ha. You and I are alike. Once my imagination is fired up, it goes off the rails.
True story to make you laugh: I once thought someone was trying to break into my bedroom window by my bed one night (way before I met H). I had the windows open a little, but locked them so they only raise up 2-3 inches. I was freaking out because I didn't have anything to protect myself with. The only thing I could think of was a butcher knife from the kitchen. I ran back to my bedroom, and was trash talking to the window, telling "whoever/whatever" was out there that if they didn't stop, I was going to cut the shit out of them and let them bleed to death on my lawn before calling the police. When the noise didn't stop, I ran over and yanked my mini-blinds up and saw...
A baby raccoon hanging on my window screen.
I guess it climbed up the chain-link fence below my window, and was trying to scale my house. One of his nails was stuck in my screen....so I veeery gently raised the window and pushed his little nail back out of my screen, so he could climb down.
Ha. You and I are alike. Once my imagination is fired up, it goes off the rails.
True story to make you laugh: I once thought someone was trying to break into my bedroom window by my bed one night (way before I met H). I had the windows open a little, but locked them so they only raise up 2-3 inches. I was freaking out because I didn't have anything to protect myself with. The only thing I could think of was a butcher knife from the kitchen. I ran back to my bedroom, and was trash talking to the window, telling "whoever/whatever" was out there that if they didn't stop, I was going to cut the shit out of them and let them bleed to death on my lawn before calling the police. When the noise didn't stop, I ran over and yanked my mini-blinds up and saw...
A baby raccoon hanging on my window screen.
I guess it climbed up the chain-link fence below my window, and was trying to scale my house. One of his nails was stuck in my screen....so I veeery gently raised the window and pushed his little nail back out of my screen, so he could climb down.
Ha. You and I are alike. Once my imagination is fired up, it goes off the rails.
True story to make you laugh: I once thought someone was trying to break into my bedroom window by my bed one night (way before I met H). I had the windows open a little, but locked them so they only raise up 2-3 inches. I was freaking out because I didn't have anything to protect myself with. The only thing I could think of was a butcher knife from the kitchen. I ran back to my bedroom, and was trash talking to the window, telling "whoever/whatever" was out there that if they didn't stop, I was going to cut the shit out of them and let them bleed to death on my lawn before calling the police. When the noise didn't stop, I ran over and yanked my mini-blinds up and saw...
A baby raccoon hanging on my window screen.
I guess it climbed up the chain-link fence below my window, and was trying to scale my house. One of his nails was stuck in my screen....so I veeery gently raised the window and pushed his little nail back out of my screen, so he could climb down.
Ahahahahahahaha
Ooglie, the shit talker of raccoons.
Yeah, that was definitely not my finest moment. To add insult to injury, my dog slept through the whole thing. LOL