I could feel it coming while feeding Bubba the most bland baby mush ever and the smell was overwhelming. It was an hour yet till hubs came home. I couldn't wait - I ended up nearly passed out next to the toliet on the (clean) bathroom rug. Thankfully laundry has been getting done a lot more frequently these days.
So, as I was near death all night, and a fog still fills my head, there is very little enthusiasm to give a great memory today. That being the cold, hard, fact I will let you see my little chubby squirrel friend. We decorated for fall with some corn stalks - these were quickly attacked by my little furry buddy. He even ventures onto the front porch to get at the delicious and fattening corn. Today - before my head asploding - I took some great pics of my friend.
Sir Fatty McFatterson
He loves munching!
He lives in my tree.
He leaves footprints on my front porch.