Some things are a mystery to me. Most tax forms are a solid mystery to me. Why someone would buy liver on purpose and then eat it qualifies as a mystery.
As of yesterday afternoon, I
have a new mystery. This one involves
Scotch.
Wait.
I am not one-hundred percent
certain it involves Scotch. But a Scotch
glass is definitely involved.
So, yesterday afternoon, when I
stepped out my back door to stretch a little after shuffling some papers
around, I spotted one of my Scotch glasses in the flower bed just off my back
deck.
Weird thig is, I have not been
outside with a Scotch glass for a couple weeks. Not that I recall. And the glass was not there yesterday. Also, me, my 20 pounds of housecat, and a
skinny chipmunk are the only ones regularly hanging out on the deck.
How in the hell did the glass
get out there? I am a little confounded. What does anyone know about chipmunks?
— Mitchell Hegman
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