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Just a couple of items before we get on with the post:

• My friend over at I'm Just Sayin' just completed an amazing task with the final 25 of his top 2,613 movies for his Movie May Project.  It has been interesting to see all the movies that I have seen over the years and the memories/laughter they bring back.  Great job, Greg and remember everyone has an opinion so keep it to yourself until YOU put together your top 2,613 movies and post them on a blog.
• Aubrey's Quote of The Week:  (while riding by P-Dogs - we haven't switched to the new name Perfectly Franks - were're old school) "P-Dogs is silly...Dogs can't go pee-pee in there" 

Last weekend, LA and I hosted the reception for Casey and Melissa's wedding.  It was a beautiful day and we were glad we were able to host.  There will be an entire post on the wedding coming up in a few days (lets be honest, I hope to get the post up before their first anniversary).

LA borrowed some flowers from her sister-in-law, Amy from St. George to help spruce up the place for the reception.  She borrowed my car and get them and take them back.  On Monday, I helped her load up the car with flowers and sound just enough room to get Ansleigh in the care with her.  They got to St. George (Waylon and Amy are not at home) and as LA was unloading the flowers, she realized she had an extra passenger.  It was a skink and to my wife it might as well have been an eastern diamondback rattlesnake.  I thought I blogged about the last skink adventure with LA but in a quick look back at posts and I couldn't find it (must have just told everyone about it).  Travel back in time with me to summer 2008, when LA is working in the yard around the pine tree and comes across a skink.  She grabbed the hoe (a yard tool) and commenced to put on her best Jack Nicholson from "The Shining", or any slasher movie on this skink.  I watched from a the distance as she flipped completely out and was swinging the hoe saying "Die, Die, Die" with each swing.  After a few minutes and while she was catching her breath and getting ready to swing again, I told her I was pretty sure the skink was dead after the first swing took it's head off.  I can understand this reaction to a snake of any kind but this is a skink.  I have never heard of anyone getting bit or dying from a skink.  I will give her the benefit of the doubt that they are not the prettiest creature God created and your first thought when you see one is that it is a snake and they have a knack for scaring you when working outside but all in all they seem pretty harmless.  However, I learned earlier last week that this hatred/fear is hereditary because LA's mom flips out the same way as LA does.  You see earlier last week, Aubrey and I found one of the largest skinks, I had ever seen around the back of the house and a day or so later Aubrey, Nanny and I saw it again on the front steps.  So let's get back to St. George and unloading the flowers.  The skink that was in the flowers jumped out of the flowers and into the car  on the passenger side and sought shelter under the front seat (he had heard about LA).  LA has a problem, Ansleigh is in the car and the skink is in  the car.  She took Ansleigh out and found a hoe to poke around to try to get the skink out of the car (I am just glad she didn't see it while she had the hoe or I would be getting a new car right now.).  After not being able to find it, she moved all the softball and baseball gear and strollers in the car to make sure it isn't hiding in or beneath them.  During this process, she thinks she see something exit the car, cautiously unloads the rest of the flowers and puts Ansleigh back in the car and gets ready to come home.  As she is driving she has one eye on the road on the other eye watching the passenger area for any signs of the movement from the skink.  This is when it gets interesting and I get involved.  I had Aubrey and Wyatt and we were working around the house and I get the following text:

         OMG, you have an ****ing skank in your car!  I tried to get the d**m 

        thing out but I'm not sure if it is.  What the freak!!

I was thinking what are the odds of this happening so I called her.  She has left Waylon and Amy's and was on the way home but is now pulled off the road because she saw the skinks tail under the passenger seat.  She is flipping out and doesn't know what to do when a good samaritan pulled up to make sure everything is okay. She explains her problem and he proceed to catch the skink and remove him from the car and entered the skink into the witness relocation program.  Disaster averted.  I am glad the skink didn't decided to crawl on the seat, up her leg or anywhere else because I am pretty sure she would have wrecked the car.  I wish Waylon and Amy had video cameras at their house and I wish I had one in the car to see this adventure unfold.  I am glad everyone is okay and she got the skink out of the car because if that thing pops it's head out at me, I will probably poop in my pants and wreck the car. 

Just for clarification - We have always called them a skank but the correct name is skink.  There's probably not much difference both are sleazy and unpleasant.