Friday, March 22, 2013



So. I have a snapping turtle in my living room. He is the size of a dinner plate.

And they can be aggressive.

Not mean. But aggressive.

Couple that with too much bitchin’ by Roy and I am a bit frazzled.

Yes. I am a klutz. But I am able to do things quite well… sometimes… okay, maybe about 1% of the time.

But still.

Roy was worried that I was going to upset Ruffles. And All I was Doing Was getting a piece of Fish out of  a CRACK!! with long forceps… really long ones. But with all the bitchin’ I wasn’t payin’ all that much attention to Ruffles… and WHAM!

I squealed!

Roy yelled louder!

And Ruffles bit my finger!

I am not sure why I cried.

Could be becuz my pet turtle bit me?

Could be becuz my beloved husband yelled at me?

And it could be the whole incident occurred becuz I may have had a wee bit too much tequila.

But still.

I now stand back from the tank about 2 feet and toss the food in… if it goes in a crack, too damn bad!

Wednesday, March 20, 2013


Yes my turtle bit me! I'm not sure what's worse, the bite or being yelled at for getting bit!

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Hey Kids!!!!

just to let you know I’m not dead.

Just not where I can blog or follow my peeps…


One day soon… I promise!