For those of you out there who are Jewish and/or Zoroastrian, I'd like to wish you a merry April Fools' Day! As-Salamu `Alaykum!
There are just so many things wrong with that last statement. I disavow it. I reject and repudiate and denounce. April Fools' Day is not really, as far as I know, a religious holiday. Were it one, however, I would consider converting.
The feet belong to Rayn, my twelve-year-old daughter. The snake is George, according to Rayn. He's a Common Garter Snake, though he's an uncommonly cool one. We found him near our garage door. We released him in the World War I Memorial Park. That's the World War I Memorial in the background. I've always hated it because the back leg of the soldier is bent at an impossible angle, unless it's meant to be a statue of a guy breaking his leg. The Earth was, as far as I can remember, straight on its axis when I took this picture. I think the picture is skewed because it made me nervous to stick my hand and my phone down in front of a snake, even if the snake was George, the harmless Common Garter Snake. He was not, in truth, altogether harmless, because he crapped on my shirt when I first picked him up. Who can blame him? I'd probably do the same thing if someone picked me up and tried to shove me into an empty milk jug from the recycling bin.
This is not an April Fools' Day joke. It really happened. I swear. It really did. Seriously. It's just a case of bad timing posting this today. I swear to you, this is totally true. Look at the picture, for Pete's sake.
Hello, friends. I wonder how you're doing. Won't you tell me?
Love.
