The opposum's not awesome!

Some days are just good days. Nothing really out of the ordinary happens and I wonder what on earth there will be to blog about. Jonathan had a dr. appt. today,but everything was fine. We had lunch with Michael today; it was nice. We got some schoolwork done today. Just a regular day. Well, that just ended. It's 8:30 pm and a bloggable moment just occurred. About 15 mintues ago, Jeffrey thought he heard something that sounded like a stampede outside. I was sure it was just the freezer motor outside. I just about had Josiah convinced that's what it was. Michael's not here (wouldn't you know!), but he's on his way home, so I have all the boys waiting up for him. Jonathan was outside and called everyone to come outside. He added when calling, "Come around the back of the van, not the front." We all headed (with curiosity piqued) out to the garage. I thought the goats were in the garage or something. I looked at the back of the van and saw Trixie at the back of the van. I started walking around the van (oops...around the FRONT!) and just about 2 feet away from me was...
Ok, that's not my photo 'cuz our camera is broken, but the R.O.U.S. (Rodent of Unusual-or in this case, Usual-Size for those unfamiliar with The Princess Bride) looked alot like that one. What you would have seen in MY picture (or on the hidden camera) was me jumping in record time on top of the hood of the van. I was balanced between the hood and a storage cabinet that's along the side of the garage. Jeremy later told me that my movement was "very fluid"! How about that!! I stayed there until the ugly, hissing, nasty rodent was gone. Yes, I know that it's not a rodent, but a marsupial, but it's close enough to rodent-ness for my taste.

Doesn't this photo make them look so sweet and kind. This one probably smells like roses, even. On it's way to a picnic with a friend. Like something out of a kiddy fairytale book.

Let me tell you, if the boys had their way, our possum would have looked more like Grade A roadkill than a fairy tale. I think Jeffrey's exact words were "Jeremy, get a knife!" Maybe all the weapons and sharp objects for Christmas weren't such a great idea. And in the process of all of this, I've already blown my New Year's Resolution not to yell at the boys. I HAD to!! Call off the knives!! Baseball bats, ok, and for scooting NOT clubbing! With dismay, the boys steered the critter out of the garage and I PROMPTLY closed the garage door. Note to self....CLOSE the garage door!!! The boys kept moaning, "Man, we sure could have killed that. It was walking so slow, I know we could have killed that!"

Mom's such a meany! We could have had meat for dinner tomorrow night. Well, even MY frugality has limits!

We hear something outside again....please hold....whew! It's DADDY! The energy level and volume just increased dramatically as the story is being retold!