ARF: Animal Rescuers
Wow, am I tired. I’m as tired as a marathon runner in the Tokyo Olympics. I’m as tired as a lumberjack in a log rolling contest. It’s been Termite Central at our place recently, as we had our casa tented for the little buggers. Trust me when I say I wouldn’t wish that exhausting experience on my worst enemy. If you’ve had the circus visit your house, then you know what I mean. The drudgery of double-bagging every freaking thing in your refrigerator and freezer, spices, baking goods, and open food containers lurking on top shelves. You don’t know how much expired stuff you have, until you come across three different cinnamon bottles from 2014. And don’t get me started on the frostbitten pork chops from my high school days.