The one good about the snake was, it's a black racer. He or she is perfectly harmless and has been keeping away rats and birds from feasting on my garden vegetables.
But it scared the be-Jesus out of me last Sunday while I was filling my watering can at the spicket. It squirmed out off my hedges and popped it's creepy head out at me. I screamed and ran away, of course.
The snake, on the other hand, looked to say, "Hey! Where you going? I only wanted to say 'hi'. That's all."
It should've been a sign that my focus on Killer Stilettos would be interrupted by Sweetman trying to pass an 8 mm kidney stone obstructing the kidney. There was a lot of vomiting, blood, and screaming for 24 hours. And can you believe he refused to go to the ER. He only went because his doctor made him.
Friday afternoon he had surgery. Yesterday, he came home. He's got a bag attached to him and a home healthcare nurse.
Anyway, it wasn't a great week to visit blogs or comment or even work on any of my writing projects. The Sweetman was more important. Family always comes before work and projects.
So with that said or written or whatever, enjoy your families and remember those who fought and died in the name of Freedom. Happy Memorial Day!
I'll be working. The corporate world sees holidays as another way to be working. I wrote a post on that 2 or 3 Sundays ago.
I'll be around the blogosphere this week, God willing.
Hugs and chocolate!
Shelly
