My mom has a thing for birds. My sister has a thing for birds.
Me? I’m not so much into birds.
I mean, they’re pretty. And I suppose that they sing nicely. But, mostly, the just make a lot of squawking noises when I’m attempting to oversleep. And they claim that having one shit on you is a sign of good luck. But if I’m so lucky, why are birds shitting on me? It’s all just a bird-based conspiracy.
Also, I’m having a really fucking shitty day and I need to go to bed before I go and have myself a complete and utter meltdown.
Awww, Hoper, I’m sorry you had a horrible day. I hope today is better. I love the new blog design. I’m glad that your knee problem is treatable. Your quilt is adorable. So is your boyfriend.
Some birds are cool. Some not so much. Bird shit? No fun and I don’t buy that whole good luck thing either.
*hugs* for a grumpy day. and a chaos of spring chirpiness in the rain 🙂