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So remember this post where I did an interview for a hometown magazine?

It came out today.

You can find it if you click here.

In the article, I'm nebulous and chatty, and it may seem like I didn't hold back at all. However, I didn't go into the saga of Frank, my complete digust when it comes to woodland creatures, my fear of a piano, the fact I'm certain that there's a conspiracy involving the bunnies of the world, or all of the weird things my kids say.

I save that for you nice people.

You're welcome.

He remembers you.

No, I'm kidding. But I think I seriously just creeped myself out.

Anyhoo, Frank still sits in the back garden mocking me, although he's getting a little overrun with daylilies and roses.

I hope he has allergies, the bastard.

*cough* Long story short for those new to the f-list, I have a creepy statuary owl named Frank (click the tag) in the backyard that stalks me from time to time.

What? Doesn't everyone?

So I get this email yesterday from a friend who lives all the way across town:
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Subject: An owl

Carrie,

I just wanted to let you know that I have a friend of yours on the porch across the street that just stares at me. I need to take a picture and send it to you. I think it could be your owl's brother. Creepy!!

Maybe I'll see you tomorrow at the pool!

Sunny
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Dear God in Heaven above, they're BREEDING.

And I checked. It isn't Frank, moonlighting in someone else's yard. I looked and he's still out there.

( And a totally unrelated picture of some freaking cool Texas Panhandle clouds )

*sigh* I know how this sounds.

I do. Honestly. Bunnies, squirrels, dolphins and the odd stone OWL are all on my list on nemeses. But now I have to add woodpeckers to the list.

There was a knocking on my side door; no one ever comes to that door, so I wander over to see who's there, and I see the red crested head of a woodpecker, pecking on the door frame.

What. The. Heck, ya'll.

This neighborhood doesn't even have trees big enough for woodpeckers! I opened the door and shooed him away. But he came back. Twice.

Thinking of pulling Frank from where he's lurking behind the tree and setting him on the porch to scare Woody off. More likely, they'd form some sort of coalition to take me down.

Whatever. Real reason for the post? I started a new project!

( Pretty pictures! )

And I make dishtowels to match! I'm thinking of opening one of those Etsy stores. Goodness knows everyone and their dog has one. Maybe Nolan would get off my back about having so many hobbies that generate no revenue, whatsoever. :D