Yesterday was an interesting day. Interesting thing number one: ending the day with Kindergarteners. Adorable, exhausting, hilarious... God bless Kindergarten teachers. Interesting thing number two: my normally twenty minute drive home took an hour because of not one, but two stalled cars and an accident. Oh and a train. Interesting isn't quite the right word, but I try to keep things PG here. Finally, interesting thing number three: I witnessed a squirrel murder. Aaron and I were watching a neighbor's cat stalk this squirrel. And this cat did not mess around; he was still as a statue. The squirrel had no idea what was coming, and honestly neither did I. I was watching in awe and fascination, thinking we would have a really good chase on our hands. You see, I grew up with house cats. Like, the only things they would "hunt" were feathers on a string or toy mice. So when the cat pounced on the unsuspecting squirrel, killed it, and picked it up in its mouth and carried it away I was dumbfounded. I tried to convince Aaron we needed to rescue the squirrel, but he said it was too late. I didn't even try to warn the squirrel. I feel a little responsible. This is why I don't watch those nature shows. And why at the only rodeo I've ever been to (I live in Kansas, what?) I was rooting for the calf.
Anyway, after all that I was really looking forward to a date night in with Aaron. Dinner at home, wine, DVRed episodes of House--that was just what I needed after all the craziness. I love getting all gussied up for a nice dinner out, but sometimes a cozy night at home is even better. Especially when there's a dead squirrel on your conscience.
(By the way, do any of you watch House? Best quote ever last night--Wilson to House--"You're the Rosa Parks of hooker massages".)
Song: Home by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros