Lizard Sex and Attack of the Springs

The sun is shining bright down on Frog Pond Holler this morning. After yesterday's sopping, squishy moisture filled day, it's a welcome sight, even if we didn't get the snow that was promised. Sammy's curled up on the couch, snoring like a big bear, probably worn out after chasing Yoda and the cat and being chased by both repeatedly for an hour last night.

He's not as young as he seems to think he is.

The cat's passed out too and I can hear Ma sawing logs from her room. On the t.v., two iguanas are doing the nasty, their eyes rolled back in ecstasy as they move frantically in the foamy surf as the voice over says, "and life begins.."

It looks like a sex ed film for lizards. I really need to get out more.

I attempted to repair the couch.. again.. yesterday while the Amazon was at work. Funny thing about couches, they have these springs. Big, obnoxious, couch potato supporting springs that refuse to bend the way you have to force them to bend when they've been naughty and popped out of their little bracey thingie. And sometimes? They fight back. One of those suckers sprung loose and came in a hair of embedding itself in my right boob.

I can see it now, staggering through the doors of the emergency room, a giant, industrial sized springy thing hanging out of my right tatta, flopping up and down with each step, giving me the appearance of a bionics experiment gone very, very wrong, as I try desperately to convince someone on duty that this is indeed an emergency.

Yeah.. couch repair is definitely a two person job. I calmly shoved the spring back into the now gargantuan couch hole, covered it with a cushion and instructed everyone to not sit on that end until further notice.

I'm not going to try to fix anything else today. I assembled a new desk chair Friday night. That should fill my Ms. Fixit quota for this weekend.

Ya'll have a good one. We'll talk again soon.

Later Taters!!