That was me, the pansy screaming about 6 o'clock tonight.
John said, "Oh my God... get out of the kitchen."
There was a freakin' SNAKE on the light fixture overhead.
(Thankfully it was non-poisonous)
John ran to get his gloves, and just then, I heard thump. It fell from the ceiling, and landed on the floor.
John swooped by me, and grabbed it... meanwhile me and the boys were perched up on the barstools... screaming like PANSIES and her PANSY off-spring. He threw the snake out the back door....
and I am supposed to cook dinner now. Good Lord... I need a beer!
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Just a beer?!!!!! I think you need to let Missy find some kittens for you!!!!!
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