In preparation for our annual 4th of July party I set up my tent this afternoon. (The BIG tent, not the Circus tent. ) The SNAKE that gave me so much trouble last year had returned from his winter vacation home and had taken up residence in our generator shed. This s.o.b. was 3 feet long and very fat. Probably from a steady diet of chipmonks. So, I'm in the shed, moving stuff around, and he crawls over my foot. I screamed and Jenny came running. She went into the shed and started looking for him cursing like a sailor. She cornered him, picked him up by the tail, and threw him out the door. He landed a few feet in front of ME and started coming at me. I screamed again and the next thing I saw was Jenny literally flying through the air with a machette in her hand. She cuts the snake's head off, throws the damn thing into the woods, hands me the bloody machette, gives me a smooch, and goes back into the house. I recover my composure, go into the house, and find Jenny is calmly making me some Rice Krispie Treats to calm me down. Is this the perfect wife, or what? She can kill snakes and cook!

Rich Hanover, if my new, former Marine, chipper buddy objects to being called a "nice bunny"... he can tell Jenny.

Happy 4th of July!

Dave Smith in New Hampshire
"LIVE FREE OR DIE"