But I DO have a four wheel drive. I paused only momentarily before jumping in the suburban, told myself not to think about it and revved the engine. And ran the nasty chicken killing growly opossum over. But I wasn‟t positive if I for sure got IT or the snow bank. So I backed over it again. Ka-thunk. And then I drove it over again. Ka-thunk. And backed over it when I parked the suburban. I was sure it was dead. And reported to my giggling friends in other towns…and regions of the country. As one friend put it so eloquently “And so the saga ends”. It was about this time that my husband called and was immediately alerted to “something” going on. “It‟s nothing, really, I just had to run over an opossum.” “What? You? In the road?”
“No, it‟s in the driveway.” “The driveway?” “Yup, it‟s dead now...but, just to make sure, could you run over it one more time?” He was silent a moment and then burst out laughing. “This is so a blog post!” he chuckled. Yes, my family looks at my traumatic experiences as great blog posts too….What does this say about our life? And my knight in shining armor ran it over, grabbed with his snow plowing back blade and hauled it out to the field. Where I am fully expecting the dogs to dig up when it is rotting come spring. When I updated my Facebook status that evening I wrote “The dogs delivered an opossum to me today. I am choosing to think of it in a positive light, like, a sure sign of spring.” Because, honestly, what more could I say?
I was never so happy to have the boys come A little gift from my boys when home and we went to Cabelas! have a nice boring evening. 66