I wonder if it was Bernard from Lost?

omg, by not paying attention to my shipping settings on an ebay listing, I am paying $1.50 to have sold this item. stupid.

I'm constantly getting collections calls for someone who has my last name and a similar first name. It's highly annoying.

Sorry darlings, you are right, yes I am Bernard. Actually, they call me Barney. Barney Miller.

Oops, msbelle. Bummer.

Y'all. I woke up this morning before my alarm, actually awake enough to go ahead and get up and start my day and look forward to a more leisurely getting ready for work routine. And then, shortly after I finished breakfast, I hear unusually loud birdsong, so I get up to see if something is maybe going down on the porch. No, Wednesday had caught a sparrow and carried it, cheeping wildly, into the living room. So I chased her down the hallway and caught her before she got back out and she dropped the bird and it flew out the (propped open) cat door. Whew.

I go about my business.

But not for long before here comes Wednesday back into the living room with what may very well be the same bird. I catch Wednesday and hold her until she drops the bird and then shut her in the bathroom. Cue the piteous meows. The bird hides between the end table and the overstuffed chair. I eventually kind of poked at it enough that it came out of there and flew over by the TV, tried to perch on a picture frame, and hid in the corner behind the whaddayacallit, buffet? Piece of furniture full of glassware as well as having the TV on top of it. So all that is not moving. I open the picture window, giving it an easy path to freedom just inches from where it is hiding. Was hiding. Because the noise of the window opening apparently made it want to be in the opposite corner of teh room behind the free standing fireplace.

And, hey, look, here comes another cat. So I catch Jadzia and shut her in the bedroom and poke at the bird a little until it flies straight out the window. Hooray!

Free the cats and scritch them behind the ears a little so they will forgive me for taking away the bird and (temporarily) their freedom and barely have time to throw on some clothes before it is time to go to work.

I've been off-kilter and feeling like I was playing catch up ever since. Not to mention ickily aware of my unshoweredness.

At least there were no suspicious piles of feathers when I got home.

Hey beer aficionados, would you recommend Amstel Light or Stella Artois?

-t, saver of birds!

And I just filled the feeders in the front yard! Which maybe I shouldn't do, because cats, but my yard was pretty much full of birds before I ever put feeders out.

I have been dying to tell someone that story all day and just didn't have time at work because of actual work needing to be done.

Stella by a mile.

STELLAAAAAAA