Brad is back! Hurray! Rejoice with me, all my readers!
Well, you'll never guess what I saw today, so I'll just tell you. Yes- more animals. They can't seem to get enough of me. I was in the office of the classroom and looked out the window to behold two horses- one white, one brown- and a little gray donkey grazing on our front yard. I made some surprised noises and Linda called from the classroom, " Are you okay?" I told everyone in the classroom to come over to the door - slowly. Of course, all the girls' eyes popped and they were all a-twitter over this unusual sight. Shortly after, someone showed up to herd the animals back to their home...I guess the donkey proved to be difficult to manage- of course. He escaped and came back...Gotta uphold that reputation of obstinacy.
For those of you who are up to date on this blog and have read about Marci and The Fawn, the following will no doubt be somewhat amusing. After the horses and donkey had left, I commented to the girls that it was a good thing that Marci hadn't seen the animals...and a resident picked right up and finished my thought for me by saying, "... or she would have put them in her car!" Another coworker, Donna, said that when she heard me gasping and expostulating in the office, the first thing she thought was that the Mother Deer had come for revenge on Marci.
Speaking of Marci, apparently she and her boyfriend, Keith, ( who recently started working at the Shelter part time on third shift) have had a little debate over who is weirder- she or he- and therefore, who is more likely to be blogworthy. ( In other words- who should be written about on THIS blog.) Well, I must say... Marci has a lot going for her in this contest. Firstly, I've known her for almost a year and thus been exposed to her weirdness a lot longer than his. Secondly, you're going to have to dig pretty deep in your repertoire of weirdness, Keith, if you are going to beat out a woman whose longtime roomie is a pig, who owns a disembodied hand, who keeps potentially rabid animals in her car, and who does a killer howling/screeching/crazy monkey imitation. ( I mean- the imitation is killer, not the monkey.) Your outlandish description of your decades long quest to re-locate a bizarre movie about bikers, zombies, cheerleaders, witches, and a demented janitor just doesn't quite make you eligible for the distinction of being
" The Weirder One." But give it some time...This verdict isn't final.