I've got a few things I need to get off my chest so I can have a good weekend. So I've written a few letters. I think you may enjoy some of my moments of misery, confusion, and dingy-ness.
Could you consistently lean back a bit when you poop? I know you have the ability to clear the perches as evidenced with the three piles of poop rising like volcanoes from the floor of your cage. I really don't like cleaning poop encrusted perches.
Your Birdie Mommy
Dear Padded Bra Makers,
Why do you make padded bras for children? Don't deny it. I saw them in the little girl underwear section at Wal-Mart!
Do twelve or thirteen year-olds really need padded bras? They grow up fast enough! You don't need to push that process by making their chests bigger than they really are.
Feeling A Little Ranty,
When trying to drill into a wall that has duct work in it, make sure the drill bit is turning the right way. If the bit is turning to the left, it will not penetrate the duct work. Going to the left only helps you remove screws.
Hee, hee. The left = loose screws.
Just an FYI for next time. You know, so you don't have look like an idiot when Hubby has to come over and help you.
Dear Mother Nature,
Did you really have to choose the moment I ran out to the garage to start a deluge of rain?
I was only going to run out and run back in. I was expecting to come inside with a few rain drops in my hair, not as a sopping mess with no towel in sight.
I know I've written you a letter at least one other time about the weather, and I never got a response. That's poor customer service. Maybe I should just take over for the Pleasantville area.
Dear Self (again),
Don't wear Crocs in the rain. You will slip & fall on a smooth surface. Such as a garage floor.
A Little Ache-y,
There are others out there who share my thoughts - I'm sure of it. Why don't we all head over to Kat's place to see who else is writing letters this week?
- George has a sparkly clean cage. I cleaned EVERYTHING! He was so confused when I was all done (because I rearranged the "furniture") that he almost didn't want to get back in.
- After Hubby drilled a little hole for me, he didn't even tease me about the drill. I knew there was a reason I keep him around. XOXOXO to Hubby.
- Apparently, I'll live after my little rain run. I eventually dried out. And my arm doesn't really hurt from the fall anymore