I was just back up in the attic, putting away the girly toys the fire kid wouldn't want, when I turned around and let out a blood curdling scream. In my attempt to get away from the great beast, I almost fell down the stairs. Half way down them and 26 splinters later, I thought, "How could a giant alligator get up in the attic?" Knowing good and well that there was no way that could happen, I climbed back up to face the beast once more.
It was a torn up A/C duct.  The next time, I'll turn the light on.
There's no way my IQ is 145. There just isn't. Someone made a mistake. LOL  |