So Saturday morning, we slept in like the lazy slugs we are. The hubby got up to take a shower while I meandered into the kitchen to find something to eat.

I look out the back window (sliding glass doors) and saw something surprising.

I screamed, “hubby, hubby, come here, you have to see this and you’re not going to beleive me if you don’t see it with your own eyes!”

He came running (minus pants) to see a turtle strolling through our backyard.

Now I’ve got a fair amount of wildlife around here - bunnies, squirrels, chipmunks, tons of birds, even a few deer. But this is the first time I’ve seen a turtle.

It was obvious that his shell was cracked (I didn’t get too close ’cause I’m the loser that would cry over something like a turtles cracked shell) but the hubby went out to take a closer look (he did put pants on). But it didn’t seem to hamper his movement.

While the hubby was in the shower Mr. Turtle made it across the backyard and halfway down the side yard. By the time I got out of the shower, he’d made it the whole way across the street (with hubby watching to make sure he didn’t get hit by a car or anything).

Shortly after the kids across the street found him and then our next door neighbors took him in.

That was my excitement for the weekend - a turtle.

Do you have a more exiting life than me?

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