An Ol’ Broad’s Ramblings
Panic Attack!
Short person and I were getting ready to head out for a while, when I realized Tazz was missing. We searched this entire house. Closets, cabinets, under everything. No Tazz! I grilled short person about whether or not she let the fuzzball out when she went out hunting peacock feathers. She insisted Tazz didn’t get out the door. The headache started building! Instead of letting it get the best of me, we went on about our business.
Naturally, the minute we walked back in the door, the search began all over again. 30 minutes later, and a ‘headache THIS BIG’, we found her.
Despite the bad picture, taken by my cell phone, you might be able to tell this is a box full of stuffed animals. The only reason I found her is I saw them moving. In my experience, stuffed critters don’t usually move.
Mr. Ol’ Broad would have killed both of us. That’s his baby. 
I need a nap!
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