I really don’t plan on talking about moose every week. Or even every month. I mean, it’s just a moose. Whoopie do-da-day.
My life is incredibly exciting, that I have way more things to talk about than a moose.
This moose came to my front door. Like it wanted me to give it a cookie or something.
There were two in our driveway. My husband and I went outside and started taking pictures. I was less than two yards away from the thing.
Stupid. Just stupid. Don’t do that.
We were snapping pictures like we were some ridiculous tourists visiting on vacation. Then it got cold so we went inside. And it came to our front door. I don’t know why it didn’t ring the doorbell.
Get your big butt outta here moosy.