Who is it who plays these little tricks on us? Mother Nature? Fate? Some "irony" Greek God?!
Scout often wakes me up **early** to out outside.
She loves the dog park. Luckily it's close. So I position myself under a tree and remember, there are no longer any leaves on the trees. What am I thinking? I look up to double-check and see this:
Scout often wakes me up **early** to out outside.
She loves the dog park. Luckily it's close. So I position myself under a tree and remember, there are no longer any leaves on the trees. What am I thinking? I look up to double-check and see this:
Mistletoe. Is it "real" mistletoe? I have no idea. I just know we always referred to it as mistletoe growing up. The only green stuff hanging from the tree once all the leaves have vacated the premises.
Upon seeing it I kind of laugh. Standing under mistletoe this whole time and didn't even know it. I look around. No one near. Figures.
Then it happens.
Part of the dang thing falls and hits me on the head. Seriously?! As if to say, "Yep...that's pretty much all the action you're gonna get from mistletoe this year babe!?
Well guess what mean ole' mistletoe!? Fine by me!
Upon seeing it I kind of laugh. Standing under mistletoe this whole time and didn't even know it. I look around. No one near. Figures.
Then it happens.
Part of the dang thing falls and hits me on the head. Seriously?! As if to say, "Yep...that's pretty much all the action you're gonna get from mistletoe this year babe!?
Well guess what mean ole' mistletoe!? Fine by me!
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