I feel awful. Terrible. Why? Because I’m a killer. I didn’t mean to be, it just happened. It was an accident. I’m just not feeling very good about the whole thing. I killed one of the chipmunks. My sweet, funny, quirky little chipmunks that Hubby and I teasingly called “Chip and Dale”… never knowing one […]
…a one armed paper hanger …a puppy with two peckers …a rooster in a henhouse …feel free to add to my list – I’m just too busy. (You can go over to that “other” site and catch up.) Oh, and yes, it really IS that time and I really AM at work.