Monday is dead to me.
Okay. Not every Monday.
Just this past Monday.
The Monday when the undead chipmunk nibbled on all the ripe and ready strawberries in the garden crypt, and a few that weren’t, too.
And it’s not like I’m not willing to share.
All creatures great and small…
But the undead chipmunk left me nothing for my breakfast cereal.
The Kashi Go Lean said, Whaaaat? Blueberries again? Bananas again? Put a strawberry on it!
Then it went all limp and soggy.
He’s a real pigmunk.
I’d click a pic of the pigmunk, but he’s stealthy.
And he has a cloaking device.
A good likeness of the perp, the most wanted undead chipmunk.
And that’s my sorry Tuesday tale.