I got this e-mail last night while I was at work, and I thought I’d share. This was surely just a scouting mission, I’m certain a full-scale attack will follow shortly:

Hey Sweetie*- I didn’t move all the furniture on the porch. When I was out there I was folding up one of the couches and a SQUIRREL starts running out from behind it. He didn’t run near me and then he ran away and off the porch. Needless to say I was FREAKED out!!!! So I ran inside and shut the door quick… Sorry dude, I’m not goin’ out there tonite….. Love u sweetie*… I’m goin’ to take a shower.

Note: Sweetie has been inserted wherever necessary in place of embarrassing pet names I’ll never share with the free world.

Okay, so maybe QT wasn’t quite as freaked out as her e-mail makes it sound. She likes joking around about it [almost] as much as I do. She does make me slide the screen door closed when I go outside, though. *grin*

Maybe Ray Stevens’ “Mississippi Squirrel Revival” (Lyrics) is their call to arms.

On a different note, you might ask yourself why the hell I’m up at 5:45 in the morning. It quite possibly has something to do with the fact that it’s 79.2 frickin’ degrees in here. Sheeesh. The A/C went out yesterday and the temperature and my frustration have been climbing ever since. We’re moving in December for sure, I’m tired of sticking to my furniture.

I’ll sign off for now, I should try to grab a few winks before I head into work. If I fall asleep (or pass out from heat exhaustion) quick enough I should snag a full 6 hours. It’ll only feel like 3 hours though, because tonight I’m keeping one eye open to watch for those damn Commando Squirrels.

July 2007: Updated Mississippi Squirrel Revival Lyrics and Commando Squirrels links