Tonight as Grace was sitting in the veranda, snipping the wire, I heard her tell Zane, "I wish you had thumbs." I think she needs someone to help her with that never ending fence project that she's working on.
Speaking of Zane, I don't think that lizard that devoured yesterday agreed with him too well. Before I even had my breakfast, I was cleaning up after the little guy. I also had to clean out his little sandbox, since, well, it was a little messy. Thankfully, when you have an African cat, you don't have to buy kitty litter - you just get a shovel and scoop up some dirt from the parking lot to throw in a big plastic bin! But, yeah, poor little guy must have had, um, well, a bit of an uncomfortable night, judging from what I cleaned up this morning. Um, sorry if that's a bit too much detail for ya'll... just part of life here. And it never ceases to amaze me that these sorts of topics are perfectly acceptable dinner table conversation, as well!
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