Yes, the day started off good, but as soon as the squirrel RIPPED a hole in the screen porch, I knew the day was shot. As I was upstairs, I heard the double slam of the doors. "Yep", I thought to myself, "that's the kiss of death."
I was right. He was mad for the remainder of the day, after ranting about electrocuting the squirrel, which, of course, I certainly wouldn't let him. So mid morning, he was out there messing with the screening. I went out to try to help, so there would be less to rave about. I ended up ripping a million microscopic nails out of prehistorically decaying wood, stabbing myself and getting a grotesque blister on my thumb. I knew he was concerned by the way he totally ignored anything I was doing.. . NOT.
Sonboy and I wrangled up lunch, then traversed to the grocery store. Man, a million people were there. I never saw so much corn husk on the floor (none of which spawned from me ;P), it felt like some kind of milling barn!
We came home in time to make dinner. He was outside fiddling with some replacement screening for the porch. Totally not even acknowledging me as I husked the corn. Nice. I thought so too. We actually did discourse at the dinner table. About whether the corn was "cowish" or not. Profound conversation, I know. Makes me want to buy more corn.
Hopefully, tomorrow, the 4th of July, will be some type of improvement.
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