I saw a dead, rotting squirrel today while I was “at work.”  As mentioned, I am trying my “builder woman” hat on for size.  That’s what my Dad calls me now…builder woman.

So here it is, the rainiest day in months, and I am charged with the task of walking a piece of property out in Chester.  The whole outing started off with a bang as I stepped out of our pickup truck and right into a puddle of muddy disgusting water so deep, i couldn’t even see my foot anymore. Oh well, shit happens, on to the woods!  I look to my left – lush green undergrowth.  To my right – old rotting leaves and a dead squirrel.  At least I think that’s what it was.  I didn’t look at it long enough to investigate, and tried not to squeal for fear of embarrassing myself in front of the real estate agent.  Life’s not always glamorous, but I am enjoying the hell out it these days.