You probably just stopped having nightmares over last week’s email from my mom, Babs. Remember that one? With the deer carcass? Babs had emailed graphic, carnage-ridden pictures to me, describing how her neighbor had strung up a dead deer only yards away from her back porch.
Then, a couple of days later, Babs emailed again, saying she’d bought us tickets to see Spank!, the 50 Shades of Grey parody/musical.
Surely, you’re thinking, in such a short amount of time, Jules’ mom couldn’t possibly electronic-mail any more atrocities?
Wait for it.
Subject: This Almost Killed Me…
I’m almost done with the eaves clean-out. It was a cross between a Chucky movie and a 30′s dust bowl.
Opening some of the last boxes was very scary. The mother [squirrel] nest wasn’t the straw [I'd seen] on the floor, but inside a box disguised as Christmas storage.
And the choices of nesting material? That was found in a stuffed animals/dolls box. Yup, the doll is missing her face! Plus lots of the pink insulation from the ceiling.
This was such a gross job.
Obviously, Babs needs her own blog. Or a new storage space.
What’s your least favorite / grossest household job?