One dead thing, two dead things, three dead things, more! Four dead things, five dead things, six dead things, snore!

Mindy of Primitiques 'n Poetry commented that she wasn't much on dead animals...so I'll show another one!

Funny she said that today because just last night I couldn't sleep. I tossed. I turned. I tossed again.

Finally, I decided to count how many dead animals IT Guy and I have in our living room and entry way. I fell asleep at fifteen. If I can't sleep tonight, I'll do it again and see how far I get. It's like naming the seven drawfs...you always forget who the last one or two are.

Yes, we've got a lot of dead things, but you've got to remember that we're country people. Rural folk have always decorated with dead things. It's just a fact of life for us, maybe because we're around more dead animals than city folk. Or maybe it's because we respect animals so much since we make our living with them.

Anyway, this is George Cooney. I bought him a year or so ago at a garage sale, where else. I walked right by him. Didn't even see him. He was way in the back. Renee, A Junk Queen, spotted him and called me back.

"Did you see this?" she asked. No I hadn't!

So, if it hadn't been for Renee, I wouldn't be living with George Clooney...I mean Cooney.