We woke up on Wednesday morning (Veteran's Day) and it was a might nipply around here. The Evil Twin had the day off, and Buddy had the day off school, so we were just easing into the day as we like to do when there are no early morning deadlines.
The Evil Twin decided we should (I mean, HE should) make our first fire of the season. I thought that sounded good, since I was all bundled up in my comfy pants, slippers and robe and still shivering.
I like to be warm, but I do not like an astronomical gas bill. A fire sounded nice.
So, he got to work and before too long, we had a cracklin' fire to admire while we lazed about and had coffee and farted into the couch cushions. (Hey, we've been eating a lot of chili and pizza around here, sorry!)
Even though the Evil Twin is a Veteran (Air Force!), he didn't have a very restful day. He was out raking, vacuuming and mulching all the leaves on our property. That's a shit ton of leaves right there. He worked at it for several hours.
We decided that since we had not done "Saturday Night Special" - where we will go pick up fast food for dinner - we would do it on Wednesday instead.
After taking pictures of the fire, I left my camera on the coffee table and didn't think to stick it back into my purse.
While I was picking up our food from the McDonald's Drive Thru, I saw a young boy. He was probably 8 - 10 or so and he had a remarkable mullet. It was halfway down his back and wavy, but cut short in the front. Like Joe Dirt says, "Business in the front, party in the back!".
I scrambled desperately for my cell phone, but he had already hopped into his Maw-maw's SUV and so my opportunity was gone.
I will never leave home without my camera again!