
Turtle update:
BH calls me.
BH: I'm at the other house. One of your turtles is missing.
me: It's gotta be Tom, look around, he's there somewhere.
BH: Just wandering around? Like. Where?
Since I'm not there, I'm wondering how he thinks I know. Is this kind of like, 'where in the fridge is the ketchup?'
me: Is there a front or back door open?
BH: No.
me: Look around.
BH: Ahh, here he is, is it? yep, it is Tom.
me: It's always Tom.
BH: What do you want me to do with him?
me: Put him back in the box, secure the lid.
I gotta get them to my folks.
Soon.
Oh I have to tell you. Middle? He has a picture of the turtles on his phone. Mating! I know! I took a double take. 'Did you really put a pic of Tom and Mo on your phone like that?' 'Mom! You're looking at it, of course I did! Freaks people out.'
That's my boy!
1 comment:
I guess a picture in my head of turtles mating is about equal to a woman with her butt stuck on a toilet for two years......
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