...like having no food in the house AND having three teenagers who have become accustomed to eating whatever they want around the clock, staring down at 20+ loads of laundry (remember maxx arrived home from a week of scuba diving in the keys just moments before leaving for the cruise so all of that laundry wasn't done yet), and then there was a squirrel who managed to find his way down your chimney into your house and then couldn't manage to find his way back out... so he tried to chew out (many people have also resorted to equally drastic measures whilst trapped in the marshall home. so this wasn't really a surprise.) there is a lot of cleaning up to do today. sigh.
all my post cruise blog entries are going to end with a sigh. sigh.
the squirrel seemed to favor chewing on non fiction. tim keller's the meaning of marriage book was completely covered with little ashy squirrel foot prints. not sure what that says about the squirrel. or tim keller. or marriage in general...