I haven't had any escapees at the laundromat in a while, so I was rather amused and somewhat baffled when a singleton sock, in a brand I usually don't purchase, started hanging out with my clothes. I always assumed it was me that attracted strays. Maybe it's not me after all--maybe it's my clothes. Or the Color Catcher. (I love that stuff!)
Nah, after mulling it over I've come to the conclusion it's me. This escapee must have chatted up my spoiled boys. And he agrees with the word on the street: Life is good at Mary Lou's Zoo.
It's a pretty sure bet he's not heard, or at least not believed, those nasty rumors out there...
Like my habbit of alternately drowning and dehydrating my plants. Okay, so technically that's more truth than rumor.
I don't think he's heard the annoying fire drill that takes place each time I cook either. Maybe that's not really a rumor either since it's more of an occurance. BTW, is it really necessary for the batteries to self-test each and every time I turn on the stove?
Of course, it's not all bad, the battery self-testing has introduced me to some very nice Firemen. And the Firemen have taken a really cute photo with Bandit.
Several times.
Now if only a stray winning Lottery Ticket would find it's way to The Zoo....
