You're welcome, Little Rock. I'm sure my preparedness was a factor in the diverted tornadoes.
The morning started off great; I snuggled with Bo before Sascha woke up . . .
Then she got up and we hung out (with baby Jaguar)
Then Brittany needed to swing by and pick something up from me and as I ran outside to take it to her car, (dunh, dunh, dunh . . . ) I was greeted by this fella
Now, at the time, he was NOT all the way out from under the concrete and brick and he quickly disappeared. But I saw him.
And I couldn't quit thinking about him . . . seriously, I was freaking out!
Josh was in DeWitt for the day and I knew that I was powerless against the slimy, slithering thing so I texted Mandy's husband (Russ) . . . long story short, I gladly accepted his offer to come over and kill the sucker (who by now was boldly sunning himself in my front yard).
While I stood frozen in fear on my front porch, ole snakey thought about making a run (slither?) for it and in a moment of concentrated panic, I chunked at brick at him and . . .
. . . pinned him down. The picture doesn't really show it, but he was less than pleased with my action. His coral tongue was going crazy and he was whipping his tail and head around trying to get free . . . I may or may not have screamed like a girl.
THANK GOODNESS Russ arrived shortly thereafter and killed the nasty thing, tossing his carcass in the woods. (Hopefully, any other snakes around will see what we do to unwanted visitors and not try to take up residence in what I hope was a bachelor pad, not a home with family or roommates!)
Once I had use of my legs again, I offered to trade Russ his snake killing skills for a half hour with Major (shh . . . he thinks it was a fair trade, but I won twice!).
So Bo and his best buddy got to fight crime on our street (where were they 3 weeks ago?!)
(COULD THEY BE ANY CUTER?)
The day would take a turn, however, when this dynamic duo decided to take Mommy on . . .
After playing outside for a while, we headed in to put on our civilian clothes for lunch at Chik-Fil-A. I was bringing the last toy down when Sascha got a determined look on her face. Before I could even register an "Uh-oh!" the house door slammed and I heard 2 clicks.
That toot locked me out!
I usually keep a set of keys in the car, but she locked me out of it twice, so I quit doing that, and instead found myself standing in the garage begging a 2 year old to let me in.
I ran around to the front door and banged on it. Sascha quickly ran to it and the following conversation occurred:
Her: Hi, Mommy!
Me: Let me in.
Her: I t'ant.
Me: Go get Bo and have him open the door.
(She runs off and comes back alone.)
Me: SASCHA JANE . . . Go Get Bo!
(She runs off again and comes back alone again.)
Me: (Ringing the doorbell over and over again) Go get Bo, Sascha.
(FINALLY, Bo rounds the corner with her!)
Me: Bo, open the door for Mommy!
Bo: HI, MOMMY!
Me: Thank you, Bo.
Bo: (head tilted back, mouth wide open) Yook, Mommy!
Me: What do you have . . . oh, of course, chocolate.
Those stinkers locked me out of the house and dug into their Easter candy.
Well played, duo, well played.