Picture it. Northwest Knoxville on a Sunday morning. An older man is trying to get ready for church. Enter, two little, furry and terribly cute terrorists. The battle and struggle that ensues. Trying to get pants out of the closet. One runs in to check it out, caught and put out, at the same time the other one rushes in to check it out. Catch that one and the other runs between your legs to get back into the closet to do only Heaven knows what, shred the clothes hanging there most likely. The darker one, Daisy Mae will not give it up until she is deep into the closet, then trying to figure out where she is. The lighter one Sheeba, dismembering a pair of socks and rolling around on the shirt. The battle is ongoing, swatting at feet, toes and attempting to climb bare legs. Attacked from the right and left flank. But victory is in sight. Dressed at last with no lasting injuries and the terrorists happy with themselves that the process took twice as long as it needed to.
Posted on: Sun, 04 Aug 2013 13:26:00 +0000
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