This is what I'm waiting for...
My sweet, sweet Chi McBride on Pushing Daisies.
After a grueling day of looking sassy in a lab coat and talking like a lounge singer, a smoky, late night cabaret lounge singer, I headed home. I was looking forward to a nice relaxing bit of knitting, maybe a cuppa tea.
But no! Things never happen like that around here. You're thinking, "yeah, yeah, genetically altered monkey's blah, blah, turned into zombies, you had to kick some zombie butt."
This is what was in my front lawn when I pull up to my house....
I live in a neighborhood. Ok, make your neigh jokes. But horses are a freaky thing when they are acting like dogs in your front lawn. My shovel is made for zombie parts, not horse droppings.
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The UPS guy drove the horses off to the end of the cul de sac. But since the savage beasts had a taste of the neighbors' shrubbery, they kept coming back.
After the Pigs got home from school, we deemed our block too Dr Doolittle and went out for Pizza and headed for the safety of the mall. We we got home, we were horse free. Plus, there were no zombies, vampires, or horses at the mall. Just idiot girls at Trade Home shoes who didn't want to sell me shoes, and since I lost my voice, I didn't want to sign yelling at her or write her a note. A note just seemed to formal.