Glutes of Steel!

No, not mine (mine would be more like Glutes of Costco-honking-big-chocolate-muffins) my ten year old son's glutes. Unlike myself who wakes up in the morning and is instantly up, both of my kids have inherited their father's sunny morning disposition in that they need to be woken up so they can fall back asleep to be woken up again and have this repeated about five times (don't even ask what I have threatened to do with hubby'a alarm clock). Since having to wake the dead is a pain in my glutes, I started making up silly songs to sing beside my kid's bedside in the morning to wake them up laughing. Instead of "He's Got The Whole World In His Hands" I've changed the word world to moon, at which point I grab their toushie, or Bum Bongos where I play the drums on their bums or Skinnamarinkie-dink (don't even dare THINK anything) where morning is a tickle at the neck, afternoon is the ribs, evening is waist and underneath the moon is self-explanatory. This morning's sing-song was skinnamarinkie-dink, as I got to underneath the moon, I zigged, the boy zagged and as a result I shoved my thumb into one of his little cheeks bending my damn thumbnail back and breaking it off below the skin? Or whatever you wanna call it where it attaches. ARGHHHHHHHH. Forget bouncing a quarter off that thing, I think you could bounce the whole damn mint off it. OUCH!

In other news, meet our new neighbors. Well they were, not sure if they still are. A couple months ago we noticed the hole in the attic vent of our neighbor's house. I commented to hubby how I didn't think it likely that the elements had done that over the winter, that maybe she had some unknown tennants, it wasn't till a couple weeks ago we met them.

It's not really a good picture, I know, but short of climbing up a ladder and asking him to come out and "Say Cheese" it's the best I could get. Up till last week, we thought it was just the one until the second little head popped out and said peek-a-boo!! It's Squirrel Times Two! So neighborlady had to call in PCO to give them their eviction notice before they start breeding like my guppies! He came yesterday to set the traps and was back today to check them, but not sure if they got them or they outsmarted PCO man. Pain in the glutes big gray squirrels may be, I still say they are damn cute.