Year: 2005

When we bought our house, we chose an in-town location for several reasons. We liked the price. We liked being able to walk downtown. We liked our quiet street. I had one other reason for liking the location. I wouldn’t have to deal with any wild animals. I grew up in the suburbs. We did live near some woods so we had to deal with mice a few times growing up. Other than that, I limited my exposure to animals to visits to the zoo.

It’s not just wild animals. My mother-in-law used to own a couple of horses. Maria took me in the pasture once and I nearly fainted.

I fear a new animal now, but it’s a little smaller than a horse. Actually, it’s a lot smaller than a horse.

We have an opossum visiting our yard.

I read about a research study the other day that has finally determined a question we all have. How late is late? You have a good 10 minutes and 17 seconds before you should call and say you are late. Well, at least that’s according to some British researchers.

They always seem to be so darn polite over there, maybe we could get away with waiting a little longer.

I love this kind of news because I’m not always the most prompt guy in the world. I need to set my clock a little fast sometimes so I don’t get a late start.

But that always backfires because I mentally adjust the time I added whenever I glance at the clock. I don’t know why I even bother.