Perennial Passion

8:25 PM - Me standing at the bathroom window:

"There they are! There they are!"

DH in his office: "What? Where?"

Me shrieking: "Those blasted deer! They are in my garden AGAIN!"

I pound on the window.

She just looks up at me (see her laughing in my face?).

I bang harder.

And harder.

DH tells me to stop before I break the window.

He runs outside yelling, "Shoo, shoo--get out of here. He runs all the way to the arbor waving his arms in the air.

Finally they both run off, the whites of their tails high in the air.

"They will be back tonight," he predicts.

I am sure they will.