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?
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.
Anyone in need of empty DS game cases? In a post-DS home, we still have several of these.
For reasons I still don't get, I was nicknamed Stella in Prague. Somewhere I have a collection of Stella Artois coasters that my friends would liberate from pivovices and deposit outside my door when they stumbled in. I still have no idea. Frankly, I don't think they do either. I didn't even drink beer and I certainly did not resemble the TW character in any respect.
My aunt called me to see if it was ok to put me on a couch for one night for the service, as all the hotels in town are booked up and another couple just did a last minute rsvp. No problem. She started telling me about all the people coming. This memorial service is not going to be somber or reverent. Frank would've loved it. Everybody's been sharing stories with her, and they are hilarious. Cause Frank was hilarious.
When we were saying our goodbyes, I told her I love you and she said "Me, too. I mean, I love you, not me! Oh I didn't even need Frank here to call that out. He was annoyingly pedantic." And then she told me it reminded her of how they got engaged." I proposed to him. Well, I said, it's been 2 years, if you want to marry me, I need to know otherwise I need to start looking for someone who will. He put his head in his hands for all of 15 seconds and said 'Well then, I guess we better cause otherwise I have to go out looking and that's just too much work.' 2 weeks later, he shows up with a shoebox strapped to his bike. I'm thinking a wedding ring, he's just wrapped it up well. He's giddy and saying how he got me the best thing ever. I open up the box, it is a pair of down booties. He was so pleased with himself. I still have the booties. He was right."
Awww!
Aw!
I just noticed on tv that Danny Strong wrote Lee Daniels' The Butler. He really is doing well, huh? (I mean, the movie is whatever, but it's a Feature Film!)
