Animal Planet, part 2

The deer came back last night. They were in our neighbors' backyard, just enjoying their meal of suburbian grass while the Spencers stood in their bedroom window ogling them.



Glynn, of course, was in full-on Crocodile Hunter mode as he narrated from the window.



"Jodie! Take Brady to the playroom! They're gonna be coming up between the houses!"



So, dutiful wife that I am, I brought Brady to the playroom and we stared out the window, watching for the deer to come sauntering by. Maddie had already lost interest and was back to coloring (she's a little like her momma that way).



5 minutes.



Nothing.



10 minutes.



Nothing.



Cue Brady and I giving up and going back into the bedroom to find Daddy.



He's standing in the bathtub with the window cranked open, watching the deer walk in the opposite direction.



It's better than a zoo around here, and I'm not talking about outside the window.


That's all I've got for this morning.

I sent the kids to school with Maddie's hair up in the tightest braided bun possible, shellacked with hairspray (apparently lice can't get through hairspray) and trash bags to put their coats in on their hooks. I guess those little buggers hope from coat to coat so putting them in trashbags eliminates that chance.

Glynn looked at me like I was crazy but took the trashbags anyway. He's such a good husband.

Even though he dreams of hunting from the bathtub. :)