So there I am, finished with the gifts, mailings gone out, presents wrapped and delivered to Grandma's House for the morrow, headed home for a long winter's nap. In casual conversation she sez, "Oh, the birdhouse fell apart yesterday," she sez, "I hope those poor birds don't spend a hungry Christmas." Yeah, right, Mom. I wuz done, DONE, mind you! And so there I wuz, Christmas Eve praying to get outta the Wal-Mart parking lot alive...
Yeah, I got her dang birdhouse. Her cat's gonna love me.
Merry Christmas, all!
I drank all my 1999 stuff afraid it would go bad at the y2k
I’ve had the strangest thing happen lately. My 5-6 cardinal flock has turned to 30-40 over the last couple weeks.
It used to be just the male and his wife and one kid or so, now it’s a whole extended family, who bring 3-4 fledglings apiece. Out of nowhere a barrage drops out of the trees like rocks, it’s everybody rolling in for sunflower seed and a splash in the fountain.
One of the young guns has me trained: he attacks the window next to my laptop until I take more seed out.
This is the unreconstructed Leftist branch of the family, correct?
funny!
Merry Christmas.
You sir, are a very good son. Merry Christmas.