It must be 479 degrees outside. (OK...so I closed my eyes and hit random numbers.)
I came dragging in about 5:30 pm with groceries and apparently a perturbed expression on my face. Hank got the rest of the groceries while I changed from work clothes into sloppy clothes. (Sorry Miss Janice...I feel like I let you down!)
About ten minutes later, Hank yells from the back door. "Hurry...come see this...you've got to come see this." Now after 28 years, he ought to know that this ol' gal never hurries outside when it's 96589 degrees outside. He was persistent, "Come ON...you have to see it...you HAVE to." (I promise, he really is 53....) Surprising myself, I actually started walking toward the sunroom when he added, "There's the prettiest turtle in the pool. You have to see it...HURRY!" (Seriously, he IS 53...)
I felt kind of bad (for about 5 seconds) after I hollered, "I am NOT going outside in this heat to see a PRETTY TURTLE. CLOSE THE BACK DOOR!"
He went back out and I watched him as he got all of his nets and poles to fish the thing out. You see...Hank truly loves all God's creatures...you know, except the icky ones that few people like such as poisionous snakes and spiders and ants and palmetto bugs and noseeums. He's a good guy. That's one of the many reasons we've been married 28 years.
I, on the other hand, am OK with people (most of them) but not so much God's four-legged creatures.
God Bless my husband!