As if the weird dream wasn't enough, my reality has been rather comical tonight.
During the Grammy's, all 3 of us, in different parts of the house, hear a loud thud. None of us can really specify where we heard it from. We look out every window, but notice nothing weird. We chalk it up to wind, maybe it threw some random thing up against the side of the house or something. Happened a couple of times when we had all that wind a few days ago.
Later, I go down in the basement to start a load of laundry before I go to bed. The dog is with me, and over the filling washer and tumbling dryer, I can hear the dog wimpering. I turn to see him trying to get behind some boxes stacked in a corner. He starts darting about, and I see a flash of a bushy tail peek out from behind a large box.
I assume my typical "EEK! A SQUIRREL!" pose on top of the washer, and scream the most blood curdling screams at my hubby upstairs, whom I'm hoping hasn't gone out to have his nightly cigarette yet.
He comes down, investigates, peels me off the washer, and sends me and the dog upstairs. Buddy and I sit patiently in the kitchen where we hear several odd grunts from my hubby. While he emerges victorious, he informs me that squirrels bleed quite heavily.
Says he need to go have that cigarette and then he'll clean it up.
He's not outside for a full minute when he comes back in to inform me that that odd thump we heard earlier must have been a vehicle hitting our house. Tire tracks going up the neighbors driveway veer off and hit the front right corner of our house.
So, I never thought it would happen, but tonight I uttered the words "clean up the blood before the cops get here."
They just left, and I'm going to bed. Somehow, I feel that no matter what happens tomorrow, it will not compare. :chuckle
HOW WAS YOUR NIGHT?