One of our neighbors likes to feed the squirrels. And now our yard is over run with them. They are nothing more than rats with tails!! I’ve been setting out live traps with peanut butter to hold down nuts. Every time I set a trap, I have caught a squirrel. My husband then takes them to work to release somewhere out in one of the farm fields. 6 squirrels down and a million more to trap.
My husband, who recently had his left hip replaced, accidentally fell on some metal pipes at work and has a huge, large goose egg or knots in the right cheek of his butt. He is refusing to go to the doctors.
My daughter is pregnant with child #2. In this same time I have gain double the weight as she has. Instead of me carrying a baby, all I have are the damn squirrels.
Mr. Handicapped Son seems to only want to have a BM when he thinks he’s alone with his mother. Come on!! 21 years of changing diapers, it isn’t fun anymore and even changing his diaper is a workout.
Mr. Not Handicapped Son (but sometimes I wonder) locked his car with all the keys to the car, his wallet, I pod, charge card and check book in his car. All the items where in the car were in view too for all to see.
My clothes dryer broke. My car is making a terrible noise. Need to mow grass but it's rained everyday. I need a handicapped van but have no money. AND every time I complain, something else terrible happens to help me forget about everything else.
