So I may have discovered what happened to poor Mr. Turtle’s shell.

You see, it’s become impossible to go into my backyard with some kind of protective gear on. In fact, as I sit here on my desk, I can hear little pops as my backyard is attacked.

What is the cuprit?

Acorns.

They hurt when they hit ya, but the squirrels are loving them.

Seriously, if the wind is blowing hard, it’s actually dangerous to go into the backyard. If the wind isn’t blowing there’s still a steady stream of acorn falling noises (but do they make a noise if I’m not here to hear them? Yes, and it scares the crap outta me when they hit something metal!).

You may thinkk it’s safe to go out when there’s no wind at all, but then the backyard turns into one big cartoon. I feel like I’m flailing when I’m trying to walk out there ’cause it’s like walking on marbles.

I need an army helmet or something - ooh, there went a gust of wind, lol.

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?

So I was all prepared to actually get a little writing done yesterday (have a couple of edits I got this week). I was just about to sit down and get to work when my phone rang.

A friend of mine has her in-laws visiting. From Germany. Who don’t speak English.

So she invited me to go on a drive out to the south fork of Long Island with them. Because they don’t speak English. And while she says she doesn’t speak German I was pretty impressed.

Now I took 5 years of german in high school. But high school was a really long time ago and I don’t remember much. Especially much that you’d actually want to say to your friend’s in-laws.

But we struggled through and had a good time. It was a lovely day, not to hot, not too cold. We walked on the beach and at 4 o’clock they must have coffee so we went to Starbucks.

Aside from the language barrier (I could understand a lot of what they said, just couldn’t respond to it) it was a really nice day.

Of course that means twice the amount of work for today (and tonight we’re going to see my brother-in-law who’s in town on business).