Things have been rather boring in my life lately, and blog topics seem to be non existent. While looking through my iPhoto tonight, I found these pictures and chuckled. I can't believe I never blogged about it.
On our honeymoon to Oregon back in 2008, we spent five days at the coast, and then two days in Portland. We arrived in Portland on a Friday morning with a lunch packed for a picnic at the Portland Rose Garden...
This would be me looking creepily excited at our little picnic. Look at my dark hair. Makes me want to cancel my appointment for a highlights touch up on Saturday.
Anyhow, this post isn't about my hair.
While enjoying my sandwich, this little guy came to join us...
Not too odd. I have seen thousands of squirrels in my lifetime, but it all got a little strange when he hopped on the table.
This little guy was clearly no stranger to picnics. I could see that he wanted to be my friend. And by "be my friend", I really just mean he wanted into my bag of Lays.
After awhile, I began to give into him. I think we were having a conversation here.
After that, I was pretty much smitten...
So smitten, in fact, that I gave in and gave the guy a chip. As I look back now, I can't really see what I saw in him. He was a freaking squirrel, for crying out loud. A suburban rodent!
Not only did he eat the chips, he ate them right out of our hands. He was way too comfortable around humans.
I laugh when looking at these, not only because we fed a squirrel right out of the palm of our hands, but I laugh because this was on our honeymoon. Most people's honeymoons were spent by white sands and a crystal ocean, yet ours was in the northwest feeding trout and squirrels, and I wouldn't have had it any other way!