After racing home from work yesterday so as to not miss even a single second of Monday Night Football, Hubby did a bad bad thing.
He forgot to close the garage door to protect his beloved vintage car. You know, the one he can only drive for about 4 months out of the year because it doesn't do very well on snow and ice.
This morning he woke to find muddy paw prints on the hood. Apparently a bear came to check out the place for some goodies (thank GOD Monday was trash day, so the cans were empty) and climbed over the front of his car.
What it DID find was an industrial-sized jug of super hot sauce. The destroyed jug with teeth marks was in the front yard. LOL
That little piggy prolly went WEE WEE WEE all the way home!
Oops. Wrong fairy tale. ;-)