So, how do they get the milk out of it?

After a full day of busyness at home, {cleaning, exercising, gardening, laundry, organizing, bill paying, future planning} Lolo and I settled in to watch the most recent episode of Game Of Thrones.
{You know my day isn’t complete without beheadings, pillaging or a massacre or two}

Around 10:15 we were both heading to bed when I noticed the three cats finally playing together on the lanai….then I remembered: our cats DON’T PLAY TOGETHER because they are CAT HATERS.
Which is ironic.
Upon closer inspection, they were torturing a poor {juvenile sized}innocent snake; similar to the Game Of Thrones episode I’ve just watched.

Lolo and I  spent a good 10 minutes saving this poor snake from the felines.
All the while saying: Is it a corn snake? Is it a coral snake? 

Then we were going over that silly saying: black touches yellow, kill a fellow, red touches yellow kill a fellow….black touches yellow and then I was thinking of that crazy rap song black and yellow-black and yellow…when a better old rap song intruded….I said a hip hop, hippie to the hippie. The hip, hop a hop, and you don’t stop, a rock to the bang bang boogie, say up jump the boogie….to the rhythm of the boogie…the beat. 

See, I’m easily distracted. And I love the classic music.
Most moments usually end up with me singing an old song and looking like an a-hole.
An a-hole with rhythm.

Picture borrowed from the internet-our snake was much smaller, but just as colorful. 

Finally Lolo determined it was a milk snake.
So, THIS is there where milk comes from?
Well, someone has some ‘splainin to do. I couldn’t even see any udders!
Anyhoo. We saved a snake. Again.
But if you ask the snake, he probably would have rather endured ‘death by cats’ than to hear me rapping.

Pooh here and pooh there.

Our Saturday morning started with the pooh being scared out of me.
And no, not the Winnie The Pooh kind of pooh.

My sweet as heck nephew Bryan was involved in a head-on collision early that morning, and for an hour or so, I wasn’t sure what his condition was.
I was getting bits and pieces from the news and you know who reliable they are. Not so much.
Thank the good lord he survived…physically he will heal, emotionally, it will take time. He was/is so very lucky.
I just could not imagine our life without him.
Life is fleeting.
Life is so very precious.
I’m so thankful he is still here that I might not threaten to shank him for at least a year.
Or six months. Whichever comes first.

Bryan is just a little guy….with a big personality. 

Our calendars are already filled up with grad parties here and there, squeezing in necessary volunteer hours, final exams, work and a doctors visit or two. I have lists scattered here and there regarding guests, announcements, shopping, to-do and to- don’t. 
Ok, I don’t actually write a to-don’t list….that would be weird.
Any non-drama happening in your neck of the woods?