Last night, on the way home from work, I totally saw a coyote on the side of the road. At first I thought it was a kangaroo, because of the way it was limping (poor wild dog thing!) but it was definitely a coyote. I was on the phone with Joe at the time, and we had one of those conversations where I'm talking and talking CRAZY TALK TALKING and he is laughing and laughing at The Crazy, because what else do you do? We have these conversations a lot. Anyway:
Joe: OK, well --
Me: OH MY GOD, THERE'S A COYOTE ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD!
Me: Yes. It's a coyote!
Joe: Is there really a coyote? Or are you making this up?
Me: Why would I make that up?
Joe: Because of that time you pretended that you saw a coyote AND THEN said you talked to it.
Me: I would never lie about seeing a coyote.
Me: To you! I lied on my blog, that doesn't count!
Me: At first I thought the coyote was a kangaroo.
Joe: Um. What?
Me: Because of the way it was limping . . . it was sort of hopping.
Me: I was far away!
Me: It's not that weird! One time an ostrich escaped from the zoo or something and was running around Kettering!
Me: So a kangaroo could have totally escaped STOP LAUGHING!
Yeah. I didn't get a chance to talk to the coyote (sorry) but I wish I had so I could have asked what happened to his little coyote leg. If I had to guess, though, I'd say he got in a fight with kangaroo.