I Love Lucy Wednesday

FullSizeRender 3So Frat Boy and I were on our morning hike through the woods, and when I say woods, you all know by now I mean some pretty seriously isolated woods in the Northern California Sierras. I was moving along at a good clip because there've been a lot of bears and coyotes this year. Well, that and the fact that I have consumed too many cookies lately and I'm not going to fit into my writer conference clothes for NYC in a few weeks. But I digress.

As we’re moving along, I’m happily wailing at the top of my lungs to Uptown Funk when Frat Boy goes off trail, stands at the bottom of a huge, old tree and barks. Huh. I go to stand next to him, tip my head back to peer two hundred and fifty feet up to the top of the tree, and then BAM. The next thing I know I’m sitting on my ass in the dirt, my head spinning.

A squirrel had beaned me with a pinecone.

Still dizzy, I call Alpha Man. “You’re not going to believe this.”

“Does it require stitches or a cast?”

To be fair, he has good reason to ask me such a question. “No.”

“The bank account thanks you.”

Honest to God, he’s so sweet and sensitive and loving it boggles the mind. Anyway, so now I have to add squirrels to my list of rabid creatures to avoid...