At least the frog got some action!! And this was not a special frog, no princess. But as my mother always said, you have to kiss a lot of frogs 'til you find a princess. You said that right mom?
A beautiful Sunday afternoon lead to a woodchuck hanging out in an entryway. It was nice at first until we realized we didn't know what a woodchuck is. What is the difference between a woodchuck, groundhog, verment, muskrat, or rockchuck? (and yes rockchucks are real, I hunted them once in Buhl Idaho).
I thought I would have myself a closer look to see what a woodchuck really is. As my daddy taught me safety first, so i put on my umpire shin guards, batting gloves, and grabbed a tarp. Turns out, they don't move a whole lot, even when you prod them with a stick. I really could have used a metal snow shovel, red rider wagon, and some support from my wife. What is the worst that could happen Kelli? And no, i don't think we will be in the hospital together tomorrow.
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