So mom went out Saturday to get the mail from the mailbox. There she was somewhat still in her pajamas and barefooted. Us animals know because we were all watching her from the front door. Me, Houdini, Hemi and Mouse Girl all bundled together with the heat from the sun coming through the storm door looking out for our mom. You know just in case something happened we would all be there for her.
She made it to the mailbox. We saw. We were so proud of her. Then she started back. That’s when it happened. Mom squealed higher than me, jumped higher than the purr things and then ran faster than Houdini to the front door. We didn’t know what happened. All we heard was hysterics and heavy breathing. Daddy went outside with his magnifying glass in one hand and mom’s iPhone camera in the other. All he could make out from mom was on the house in the corner.
He came back in snorting a bit. He asked mom to look at the gazillion pictures he took to see if he got the guy that made her try out for a triathlon. Much to mom’s amazement, he did. Not so bad for a guy with limited vision – he got the
cute little guy. I wonder if he wants to come in and help us out when mom is running late for work? Snorts with piggy laughter.