So, I walk out into the garage and just before I enter the car, I hear some kind of a rustling sound that I’ve never heard before. It seems to be coming from a large rubber trash barrel that is filled about 1/4 with leaves. As I gaze down into the barrel, I see that the leaves are constantly moving, but no animal in sight.
Because my wife is the daughter of a police chief, I thought she was better equipped for an emergency. So, I yell for her. She comes on the run like a good first responder should.
She looks into the barrel, looks at me with disgust, grabs the barrel and drags it to the back yard. She tilts the barrel. Out pops a chipmunk.
It’s obvious that I MARRIED WELL!
If not today, when?
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