Its 9:30 PM and I just got back from dinner and Paris is still ...full. She's panting pretty good though. I'm hoping she has them soon so I don't have to worry.
We were all sittin' at the restaurant y'know and my dad gets a phone call and gets all serious then hangs up the phone and asks me and Erron ''did you leave the barn lights on? anything in the rabbitry? House?"
"no....justthe heater in the rabbitry, heat's off inthe house...."
My cousin Greg lives right through the woods from me. If you take the left fork in the road you go to my house, the right fork takes you to Gregs and we're about equal distance from the fork. He said ther's a crapload of firetrucks running u pand down my road and he was heading over to make sure everything was alright.
So we all sat there nervous as fudge, twirling thumbs, praying to gods of every kind.
Erron and I had JUST finished installing the last of the insulation in my rabbitry and we left the heater goin' in there since we're getting hit with that big storm and Erron put it on occilate so it'd blow the warm air around. It turns off automatically if it gets flipped over so I thought it'd be perfect for the bunny house. Although I had to run an extension cord from the house because the electricity for the rabbitry was disconnected at the pole.
So i'm all nervous thinking I hooked something up wrong and something sparked.
My dad got antsy and called Greg back and he didn't answer. Greg's cell phone doesn't get reception between his house and the fork. He called back about 2 minutes later to say everything was alright and ...
I don't know if you guys do this out where you live.... but every december ''Santa'' rides around on a fire truck and hands out bags of candy.
So thanks to Santa my family and I were sweatin' bullets at the dinner table for like 10 minutes thinking our animals and house were on fire.
I always thought this tradition was completely unneccesary, they blow the sirens and everything. That was about 7-8PM. Isn't that bed time for some people?
Way to go and worry everyone. Why can't Santa ride around in something quieter? Like the Popemobile, Oscar Meyer Weener mobile...tricycle.... even the traditional reindeer-drawn cart would have put me more at ease. He could even walk and go door-to-door like a freakin' girlscout.
"Hi, i'm earning my giving candy to little kids in the middle of the freaking night badge! And i'm so not a pedophile btw lol, where do you keep teh cookies? hahah no srsly.... where's the D*** cookies? And that'd so better not be skim milk so help me god..."