Annnd what's so good about it?
WhooooooowooOOO...
WhoooooooooowooOOO...
WhoooooooooowooOOO...
It’s 5:15 in the frickin morning.
Loathsome little bird.
My mother pointed out to me yesterday morning that the “sweet little bird doesn’t seem to have a mate, normally I see them in twos”….”I heard it cooing early this morning, did you hear it?”
>:-[
Yes, in fact I did. There’s a remedy for that, at 5:15:48 this morning I was certain of that. It’s a called a gun.
AND THEN, IT HIT ME.
The miserable, awful truth.
I had become the bizarre jaded roommate in Failure to Launch.
(I actually happen to be a fan of hers since I’m one of the few that actually enjoys Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy – she plays Trillium)
I’m not quite ready for a gun.
Yet.
But tomorrow’s another day.
posted by nancycle at
1:54 p.m.
2 Comments:
Too funny - before I got to the part where you mentioned it, I was thinking "she's the crazy bird-killin' roommate"!
Could be worse, it could be a crow or a starling! At least mourning doves are soothing, not raucous.
And you could always borrow Mr Jeeper's potato cannon!
I'll have you know my family carries a full array of Potato Guns.
Our ancestors situated in the rolling hills Bossus-lez-Rumigny, Rumigny, Ardennes, France were makers of artillery, with a coat of arms, which stealthily shows our prowl ness.
If that BIRD SHALL DIE IT WILL BE OF OUR FAMILIES POTATO GUN AND NO OTHAH~!
(Ok, the family crest may show a swan and MAYBE we breed them...We're a big family)
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