There's some valid wisdom in the advice in keeping our friends close... but our enemies closer. When the neighborhood black panther strolled through our yard, I was prepared for a hissy fit.
Instead, Sylvester just stared it down as it pranced through the back yard and into the neighbor's yard. And for the first time, I heard our "85-year-old" meow: "Get off my lawn!"
True story!
Good thing her hearing and eyesight seem to be going, or she might have gone a little nuts. And that would've been the highlight of the evening. After work, hubby had golf league and I ran a bunch of stuff into Goodwill.
Then shopped, of course, and got three "new" books. I can never get ahead of my clutter! Maybe the new mantra should be: Keep your clutter close... and your donation center closer!
Gonna have to work on that. Especially not having a hissy fit when I have to let go of something "I'm sure I'll need someday." Uff da.
I'm a work in progress. Thanks for your patience! And happy Hump Day. Thank the lord!
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