I am definitely going to find an assertive training class. Yep!! that is the situation that I have allowed myself to fall into. You may be asking what is bringing all of this about. Well, I know this will come as a surprise to you but it is not the cub, alien or furry boys, it's that dad gummed bird!!!!
Now cubs, just because when we went out to eat the other night at the "Prairie Chicken" and I had an untoward episode there, that is not the reason. Anyone could make the mistake there that I made when I picked up the coffee carafe and poured coffee all over my pancakes. After all, the colors were similar. The carafe was black and the syrup carafe was silver. See what I mean by "like" colors. It's that blooming bird!!!!!!!!!!!
And no it is still not the furry ones. Even though they let me know rather forcefully when it is time to fix their food i.e. come pull on the leg of my pants, sit and look at me and howl or pull the newspaper out of my lap. No it's not them.
It's not the cub, even though I have to keep her bedroom door shut to keep from committing a felony.
Not even the alien has pushed me to the limit, it's that darn bird!!!!!!!!!!!
I have managed to adjust to all these other irritants; however, the very fact that I cannot even walk out on the front porch without that bird screeching at me. She snuck in and made a nest in one of the palm trees and proceeded to build a nest and lay eggs. So we are stuck until the cotton picking things hatch. Who knows how much longer that will be. I should have been prepared since a bird did the same thing to me on the patio. In one of my favorite big pots that I always put geraniums in for decorations in the front yard. I now have four little furry beaks staring at me. By the time they are gone, so will be the geraniums.
That didn't push me over the edge, it is that darn screeching bird that won't let me out the front door!
Now cubs, just because when we went out to eat the other night at the "Prairie Chicken" and I had an untoward episode there, that is not the reason. Anyone could make the mistake there that I made when I picked up the coffee carafe and poured coffee all over my pancakes. After all, the colors were similar. The carafe was black and the syrup carafe was silver. See what I mean by "like" colors. It's that blooming bird!!!!!!!!!!!
And no it is still not the furry ones. Even though they let me know rather forcefully when it is time to fix their food i.e. come pull on the leg of my pants, sit and look at me and howl or pull the newspaper out of my lap. No it's not them.
It's not the cub, even though I have to keep her bedroom door shut to keep from committing a felony.
Not even the alien has pushed me to the limit, it's that darn bird!!!!!!!!!!!
I have managed to adjust to all these other irritants; however, the very fact that I cannot even walk out on the front porch without that bird screeching at me. She snuck in and made a nest in one of the palm trees and proceeded to build a nest and lay eggs. So we are stuck until the cotton picking things hatch. Who knows how much longer that will be. I should have been prepared since a bird did the same thing to me on the patio. In one of my favorite big pots that I always put geraniums in for decorations in the front yard. I now have four little furry beaks staring at me. By the time they are gone, so will be the geraniums.
That didn't push me over the edge, it is that darn screeching bird that won't let me out the front door!
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I got a bb gun...
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