Yesterday, I came home from work and noticed something odd.
There was a ginormous dead rat by my AC unit!! So I poked it with my toe hoping that it was just taking a nap. Nope. No such luck. It's dead.
Yes, God has blessed me in the fact that He made me a capable, intelligent, beautiful, funny female. However, no where in that description does the term rat carcass picker-upper appear. So there is still a dead rat right outside my front door. I just can't pick it up. Logic tells me to just not look at it, just scoop it up and trash it. But I can't. The mere thought of picking it up by its 8 foot long tail has me gagging. And since it rained yesterday, the fur is matted and there are creatures starting to eat on it. And I'm pretty sure it's starting to smell.
Ewww......
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3 comments:
Chubs, honestly, that's disgusting. this is why you need a man in your life, to do rat duty.....
Fatty, honestly, I'm complete in who I am in Christ.
If God has someone for me, then he will see that I'm worth pursuing. I refuse to convince some man I'm worth his time and effort.
And yes, the rat thing is really gross, but Ro, a friend of mine, gallantly came over and cleaned up the dead body.
Santa!!
I was so excited when I saw your name on my email! I love you too and I'm glad we got to mingle a wee bit while you were stateside. The note was a pleasure to write and I'm glad you liked it. I meant every word.
As for the rat, Rodney came and picked it up. Gross....
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