This is my new blog to indulge my funny bone, to have a laugh. I may be the only one reading it, but that's OK! I saw the phrase I am using as a title on the back of a T-shirt that a girl's softball team was wearing the other day. I was trouping my church camp charges through McD's to get their cholesteral fix, and had to ask one of the players what it meant. She wasn't too clear, but it did involve an actual squirrel. I have a weakness for the little rascals ever since I raised one on a dropper two years ago. "Willow" also known as "Squirrelly" as in "STOP IT SQUIRRELLY!" was quite a guy. He was funny, endearing, frustrating, and ultimately, wild. He let us know in no uncertain terms when it was time to be free.
Two years later, we are still finding his hidden pecans here and there in this house, and I always smile. More about him later.
