Squirrel

Today, I braved the wild outdoors to go to work and make a few bucks.  And I kid you not when I say, a few bucks.

I then braved the wild outdoors to walk what seemed like a million miles to a friend's house.  With un-shoveled sidewalks and carrying two not-lightweight bags, what would normally take a little less than a half-hour took a full hour.

To get there and be belittled.  I kid you not.  I suppose I ought to preface this with the fact that this particular friend calls me Midget, or Midgerita.  (Makes me want a margarita... maybe three or four on this cold, snowy night)

He goes to the window (yes, "he", dad, don't flip, noooo hanky panky!) and calls me over.  I HAVE to see this squirrel that's doing some squirrel dance on the fence.

I look and look and look and not only do I not see a squirrel doing a booty dance, I don't see a squirrel PERIOD.  "It's right there!  How do you not see the damn squirrel???" 

So I'm standing there thinking this man is a total nut, when he looks down at me.  And by down, I mean not that far down.  When it dawns on him.

I'm too short to see the damn squirrel on the fence over the mound of snow blocking my way.

To which I then proceeded to get laughed at, while I jump up and down trying to see the squirrel doing his booty dance.  To which the squirrel then stops and runs away, denying me my chance to see an animal doing the booty dance.

Now, I'm personally of the opinion that I'm owed a booty dance.  Anybody else of the opinion that I should make him show me one???

(And yes, I'll post it on youtube after, just for y'all and your viewing pleasure.)