Monday, June 24, 2013

Digging

Partying up with groundhogs because there isn't much else to do. 

Maybe we could play some games, but I have a tendency to lose.  I know I'm not really good at much, but I always give it my best shot.  But I always seem to overlook the fact that I'm not a groundhog, though I wish I were one.  I wish I looked the part, they might accept me and bring me in.

Maybe I can find another hole and party with some worms?  But I'm not a worm either...not to mention they're disgusting.

Ironically, I almost ran over a groundhog on the highway a couple days ago.  I probably would have bawled my eyes out if I did.  

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