Are You My Mother?

Wowza! I’ve been doing some serious neglecting over here! I suppose I’ve been caught up watching endless episodes of Battlestar Galactica, reading The Hunger Games series (DORK!) and eating brussel sprouts. That’s right, I love brussel sprouts.

I’ve been thinking about blogging a lot as of late, but just always seem to come up blank. Feeling defeated from my lack of inspiration, I usually make my move in Words With Friends (challenge me yo!) and move on. Anyway, while sifting through old photos on my phone, I came across a gem that I thought I’d share.

Many months ago in a land far away (har har) I was on a walk while on a break from work with one of my co workers. All of a sudden our jaunt comes to a halt and a tiny squeaking noise coming from the ground. We look down and see this creature.
What IS that? Options considered: A lizard, a dog, an alien specimen that crawled of the set of Men in Black 3?  No, it was just a baby squirrel. At one point it looked up at me and starting making a weird squeaking noise  I could only take to mean “You are my mother now, care for me!” All I could think was about this book I read when I was a kid.
Well, that about sums it up! Until next time…