This week I learned that if you are going to stand on your feet for 8 1/2 hours, you need to have very good shoes. I did not. Then I proceeded to climb up to my 2nd floor and back down the stairs again to prepare for a garage sale the next day. By Sunday morning, my feet felt like they were on fire.
My garage sale only made enough money to buy lunch for 2 1/2 people at McDonald’s. But I did figure out that a 6 foot tall nutcracker is a good way to catch the eye of traffic as it passes by.
I blame my lack of writing productivity (blogging and otherwise) on the Stanley Cup Playoffs. The Vancouver Canucks and the Detroit Red Wings play on alternating nights. After 10PM (when my toddler son, M, goes to bed) is usually my most productive time.
And, well, that was my week.
“Get out of here squirrel! My giant nutcracker has no giants nuts for you, so just scram! You have done enough damage around here, you filthy varmint!”
I'm not stalking you. 
Ok you made me laugh with that stupid squirrel. My mom has one in her back yard and I had to tell her firmly to quit feeding it today. She thinks they are cute. I told her I wonder how cute she will think it is after all the damage it does.
I am so glad I could make someone other than myself laugh:) One of the squirrels is now living in our garage. Ugh. Hate those things!