Well, how's that for a title? I kind of like it, myself.
Oh, and just to let you know...I know the animal name is spelled "opossum." But, around these parts, we call 'em possums. Or better yet: VARMIT. (By the way, do classy people ever utter the word "varmit"...or just formerly classy girls trapped in redneck country too long? Suddenly, I am feeling very insecure about using that word. Not that I'm at all insecure about using the word "possum." Just the word "varmit.")
But, I'm getting ahead of myself. I'd better tell you about the painting part first, or you will pay no attention at all once I start talking possums.
And, I really WANT you to pay attention to the painting part. Because I worked my fingers to the bone painting all of the furniture on my front porch this weekend. Okay, I didn't literally work my fingers to the bone...but it sure does give me some satisfaction saying so.
Oh, how I wish I had taken a "before" picture. Aren't all bloggers legally bound to take pictures of every single thing that happens in their family's lives? Somehow, I got too excited about the dozen spray paint cans, and forgot to take a picture before I started.
Just imagine here...white furniture that had gotten dingy and faded...
And after a dozen cans of white spray paint, look how pretty and fresh everything looks!
Now, I know you probably do not care about my freshly-painted furniture. But, since I worked a LOT of hours lugging that furniture to my driveway and killing off 2 pointer fingers on spray paint cans, I figured I would MAKE you look at it! So, LOOK, would ya??? Ooh-ing and Ahh-ing would be good, too.
Also, here's a helpful hint for ya. And this will make subjecting you to my furniture picture WORTH IT ALL. Be careful when using a stubborn can of spray paint that splatters, and you're too tired to get another can so you continue using it. Did you know that spray paint can splatter up onto your glasses? Yep, it sure can. Now, I cannot tell you how to get the splatters off. You'll have to Google that for yourself. While you're at it, please send me the link.
Oh, all right. I know the only reason you folks are still here is for the "possum" part. But, thanks for sticking around to see my painting masterpieces first.
So, this weekend my husband took both our daughters to a very cool Field Day at the Proving Grounds, put on by our very famous (in the deer world) friend. Both daughters had a wonderful time shooting .22 targets and archery targets, and just hanging out with their dad in the woods.
Dave called me as he and Rebecca were driving home on Saturday, and told me, "Rebecca got 2 opossums and 1 red fox." Our call got disconnected, and I was pretty puzzled by how Rebecca had been able to shoot 3 animals. I knew lots of people were at the Field Day, and I couldn't imagine how Rebecca could have safely shot 3 animals.
Heck, I'm such a city girl, I don't even know if it's legal to shoot opossums and red fox.
When Rebecca got home, she was ALL SMILES. She pulled out from behind her back the 3 pelts she had traded.
*For you city folk, "pelts" are animal furs that have been professionally prepared and tanned.*
Oh yes--here she is--a very proud owner of 2 POSSUMS and a RED FOX.
Because, in case you cannot see this, people--these are REAL LIFE POSSUM PUPPETS. That both of my daughters think are soft and cuddly and cute.
Yes, yes, I know. We are FANCY people over here.
You would have thought us even FANCIER if you had heard me tell Rebecca at lunch today--AT A RESTAURANT--"Rebecca, please take the possum off the middle of the table!"
Seriously. Sometimes I wonder what kind of world I have wandered into. However, what can I expect? I fell in love with my husband while skunk hunting...