Aug. 19th, 2008

I had this conversation with my dad this morning before he took the girls to day care:

Father: Do you have any garbage bags?
Me: Get her so I can get them.
Father: Oh, I don't need them now. It's just that the bear got into the garbage again.
Me: Alright. I'll put some out fo you then I'm going back to bed.

You see, we have a bear. A giant bear who comes out in the early morning and attacks our garbage. Which is very dangerous but also pretty fucking boss. I want to see it. Kind of. I mean. I don't want it to see me, obviously, and I'm not sure I'd be able to see it at the garbage from the porch/window, and you know, it's not like I want to walk up to it because it's a wild bear and it would probably think I was trying to eat it so it would eat me instead. But I want to see. I actually want a picture.

So it's really a good thing I'm too lazy to get up at around four and stare outside.

Ashe

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