Mom cleaned the bird cage today. You KNOW how much I like the smell of bird poop and shredded paper, right? So when she wasn't looking....I mean, REALLY not looking, I managed to get inside the trash bag and grab a huge mouthful of tasty....well, SHE calls it "bird crap", but I thought of it more as a delicacy of sorts to be experienced, these...er..bird..um...leftovers. I made it all the way back into the bedroom...maybe 20 feet or so...before I threw it all back up in a big clump. Even though it was stuck together, Mom managed to get it up the vacuum. I felt bad enough already, you really think her comments helped? Like "Oh, gross, Mary-Margaret! Blegh! Yuck!" Hey....it was still relatively dry and it could have been a lot worse.
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Here's me still trying to get those teensy little down feathers out of my mouth.
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And STILL spitting them out, hours later. Like my older sister used to say to my mom when she was a teenager: "I dont WANT to learn from YOUR mistakes. I want to make my OWN!!" We have a lot in common, my Sissy and I. I don't think she ever sampled bird droppings, though.
(thhhppptt! Ugh...FEATHERS!!)
Love and Happy Easter to All...
Mary-Margaret
1 comment:
Happys Easter, Mary-Margaet.
Hmmm... I've heard of c-a-t candy. Now bird candy? Well, It IS Easter and that means candy times. Don't know if I'd try that though. Will you have to floss now?
Wuufs!
Freda Ƨ
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