Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Margaret in Captivity
Last night, I had the pleasure of acquainting a suicidal opossum,
whom I took the liberty of naming Dudley.
This isn't a picture of the real Dudley.
The real one sat by our apartment door as we carried in $300 worth of groceries,
and threatened to jump off the second-story deck, should we prove
to be of a roguish nature.
Also, Texas stoplights are all wrong, as you can see.
Texas is the only place where one can take Exit 445 to reach President George Bush Turnpike.
I have to go, we have MORE shopping to do. Inconceivable!