Joy is...

stepping on a dead and dismembered lizzard with my bare feet and then having to clean up said dead and dismembered lizzard. Except not so much joy as it is yucky. (Gag.)

Thanks, Milo, for a memorable weekend! Next time you want to get me a gift though, don't.

Comments

Aunt B said…
What...no photo? {:)
Jana said…
LOL Um, no. It was pretty gruesome. Plus, I had to stop hopping around on one foot shrieking. The dogs both thought I was nuts. But then THEY like lizzards. Or Milo does, anyway. lol

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