Posted on 11/28/2013 11:24:48 AM PST by Rex1971
Edited on 11/28/2013 11:27:18 AM PST by Admin Moderator. [history]
Anyone who opposes the Affordable Care Act is a subhuman. It is a great law but lying republicans are trying to destroy it. I signed up with no problem on the website. Republicans want to repeal my new insurance. Obama is a hero!
Actually, I keep hearing Bones say, "She, dead, Jim..."
er, wait a minute. That would mean she could show up on the UT any day now..
Gaaaak.. what a thought.
Shhhhhhhh....
Thanks for posting!
I see something that’s pretty clearly a smallish rodent.
Yes it looks like a rat! Oh well if it had been a rat I could have shot it with my 22!!! lol. I couldn’t get a photo at first and now this. Maybe next time. I had to turn off the flash and use a flashlight. I am thinking of leaving on the porch light next time a see what kind of photo I can get then.
Later ya all!!! Happy New Year!!!
Even worse when the critter doing the gnawing is insufferably cute.
Timmy’s neighbor nibbles parts off.
But it’s okay!
Timmy seems to regrow them in time for the next episode!
Either that, or they have an unlimited supply of “Timmys”.
Happy New Year to you, too!
Timmy clones? Holograms?
Clones, because the monster next door thinks he is delicious.
"Wade, I'm worried."
"What about, Angie?" Wade put his beer down on the table beside his recliner.
Angie looked at it in annoyance. It was probably too late now to worry about stains. The table already looked like a doily convention from its circular watermarks. "Our new neighbor. All I know is that the "For Sale" sign is gone, and I'm hearing movement next door."
"Well? They've got furniture to rearrange. What would you expect?"
"I'd expect to see a moving van! I'd expect to see a truck parked out there and people carrying stuff in! As far as I know, the only thing they may have carried in is the sign from the front yard!"
Wade chuckled softly, but he could see that Angie was not going to be mollified. It occurred to him that he should have married someone named Molly.
"Well?"
"Oh, sorry," Wade picked up his beer and finished it quickly. "I'll go see our new neighbor and uh ... welcome him to the neighborhood."
Angie rolled her eyes.
Taking a deep breath, Wade lumbered his way out of his favorite seat, and headed for the porch.
Their house was a duplex, with a common porch covering both doorways and a little sitting area on both sides. It was a great situation for having good neighbors, but after six tries, Wade was still waiting for the good neighbors to show up.
He knocked on the other door. Actually, it was a screen door, as the front door was standing wide open. The only light came from the window.
"Hey, buddy! You need a hand with anything?"
Wade heard some grunting and shuffling near the back. He couldn't make out whatever was being said.
"Well, anyway, I'm your neighbor, next door. Name's Wade. If you need something, just give a shout, okay?"
More indistinguishable noises. It sounded like the guy was having a wrestling match with a refrigerator, and losing.
"Okay, then. I'll see you later!" Wade beat a retreat. It was time for another beer.
"Well, did you talk to the neighbor?" Angie asked.
"Sure!", Wade said, "I couldn't help him with anything, though. I think he was having trouble with the fuse-box, or something."
"The fuse-box! I hope he doesn't burn us down!"
"Or something, I said. He wasn't in a good mood, so I didn't stick around."
Angie rolled her eyes again.
Wade got himself a beer.
I can see this ending in quite a mess. I hope the HOA shows up to sort it out before there are random body parts everywhere.
The HOA gave up a long time ago. This is the part of town where even the garbage trucks don’t slow down any more than they have to.
Uh oh!
I think I understand Wade. I’d have another beer too. It would be useful if Angie would fetch it for him....
Oh, she should be quick about it.....
Timmy
…
Wade was standing in the kitchen, staring at the cabinet over the refrigerator. It seemed to be sagging. He opened the cabinet door, and saw what looked like an enormous ham, wedged into the cabinet. He stared at it.
Timmy came running in barefoot, from the back yard. “Hey, Dad! What’s new?” The back yard wasn’t exactly safe to run barefoot in, but Angie bought band-aids by the pound.
Wade grunted, “Neighbors.”
“Huh?”
“Next door. New neighbors.”
“Oh,” Timmy said, then paused, “I’m gonna go see ‘em!”
Wade was staring at the ham, trying to figure out where it had come from, because it looked like it was coming through the wall. Belatedly, he responded, “Well, don’t you go pestering them! I don’t think they like pests.”
He heard his own screen door slam. “… nobody likes pests,” Wade continued softly. He reached for a large knife.
Wade figured if he couldn’t get the ham out one way, he’d just carve it out a slice or two at a time. He carved off enough to feed about four grown men, and laid it on a platter. It had a kind of plastic cover on it so he peeled that off. Then he sliced up some potatoes, carrots, and onions over it, and put it in the oven. Angie didn’t like onions.
Wade closed the cabinet door. Maybe now the ham would shrink up a bit, and he could drag the rest of it out of the cabinet. That could come later, though. While the ham was cooking, he’d have some time for a beer or two.
Timmy showed up after supper had cooled. Wade gave him a plate of leftovers. There wasn’t a lot of it. The ham had been remarkably delicious!
Timmy sat down and tucked in. Wade was pleased to see him enjoying the meal. There were a lot of things that he didn’t do well, and cooking was on that list.
Timmy seemed distracted by something. He kept looking down at his foot.
Wade looked at it. His right foot was unusually clean. Sparkling clean, almost, except that the sparkles came from glittering reflections on the surface of his skin. His other foot was still soiled from playing in the back yard.
“So what’d you do over there?” Wade asked casually. He really didn’t care, but he was still curious about his strange new neighbor.
“It’s a really cool place! They keep the lights off, except for some strings of Christmas lights, I think. And there’s real neat furniture around, soft and comfy, and every time you come into the room the furniture’s been moved! They were putting on a puppet show! It was so funny, with all these squeaky voices and scary monster noises! I had a great time! I think they must have a dog, too. I didn’t actually see it, but it came over and was licking my foot while I was laughing myself silly! What a great place!”
“Puppet show, huh?” Well, that explained the sparkles. They probably came from some puppet costume. “Any other kids there?”
“I think so,” Timmy looked a little puzzled, as if he were having trouble remembering precisely, “I didn’t get a chance to talk with them though.”
Timmy stretched and yawned, “The show started as soon as I got there. I guess maybe they must have three or four little kids, probably younger than me.”
“All right,” Wade said, “go get cleaned up, and go to bed.” That way, if Angie scolded him about whether he had told Timmy to brush his teeth, and take a bath, he could say, “Yes, I did! I told him quite clearly.”
What the heck. Tomorrow was Saturday. He could get a bath tomorrow.
What madness have I inspired?
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