Derek and I recently returned from a road trip to California down the Oregon Coast.
(photos coming soon)
I wrote one blog entry during the vacation on our first morning in our Cabin in California.
I know, two weeks of vacation and only one blog entry, it's the height of laziness.
As it happens, that was the goal of our vacation.
To summit the Dizzying Heights of Laziness and hang about there for a bit drinking beer.
Now that we are back into the valleys of real life again,I can actually post it:
If life has taught me one thing it is this; beginning one's day fortified by a decent cup of Joe, one can face any challenge. This particular morning Derek chose to prove my theory with a cup of french pressed, dark roast Guatemalen. We arrived at our cabin at Shasta lake yesterday early evening letting Emma off leash to explore around the cabin and sniff out all the critters.
The little bitch neglected to inform us of the rattlesnake lying in wait beneath our front porch to the immediate left of the door. I noticed it this morning as Derek walked toward it.
I cried out the alarm "SNAKE!" as his exposed and vulnerable, Chako clad footsie came with in 2 feet of the cold blooded creatures slit eyes and deadly bite thus saving my poor husbands life
(no need to thank, all in a days work)
With the speed of a Russian Spetsnaz (aided by the Dark Roast Guat) he grabbed his shovel and cut off the vile things head.
Yuppie to redneck in 3.5 seconds.