Pish Posh

"Snakes...pish posh...Minnesota doesn't have snakes." That's what I told the King when we first got married. Then about a week later a big ol' snake was in the garage. I have never heard the end of it. This little sucker was fast, and much smaller than the garage snake.
Not faster than my brother and his wife..they have ninja skills after living on the farm for a year. Serious skills. Crazy skills that I wouldn't do EVER even if he was just a little snake.

Thankfully my nephew the charmer..of me and snakes, had a talk with this little guy and told he to go back where he belonged because we didn't have any food for him and he could not share the little bit of chocolate on his cheek from the cookies his Momma made. He was saving that. Sorry snake buddy.

I love me some Russell...and Kendra cookies.