Well, I told you about the snake outside our door.
But, there's more.
This week, we also had another little, tiny, ahem...snake episode.
I wasn't going to say anything, cause, you know my sweet mother-in-law might be reading this.
Hello, Memaw. If you are reading this, please hit the X button, and go watch tv, or play with the dogs.
So, I arrived home the other evening and joined Wranglers on the porch. It's our routine. We catch up on the events of our day.
When he saw that I had finished my glass of wine, he quickly offered to pour me another.
Wow! I could get used to this.
Then, he said, "honey, there's something I need to tell you. But I don't want to tell you. But I really should tell you."
I'm like, "okay, just tell me already"
He says, "well, when I came home, there was a...a...well...it was a...there...was...a...snake...in...the...kitchen."
IN MY KITCHEN?
Surely, this is April Fools Day.
Folks, this was the real deal.
And now...I have been officially initiated into the country life.
p.s. There are no photographs of this incident, as Wranglers disposed of the evidence, just in case he decided, you know...to keep this a secret.