That's what birds do. It's in their job description.
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We had a couple of days of shirtsleeve weather but now it's cold and damp with blustery wind. Rain is on the way, it's already on the radar... yuch. Yeah, spring has sprung but quickly went back into hiding.
"They are here at my house. Shitting on my new car, of course."
Consider yourself lucky.
Had nice, thick snow showers this morning.
Well, Just short of 3 weeks and the wifoid is back in surgery again replacing the same shit they just replaced to get rid of the infection. (quit working/defective). This shit is getting ridiculous. She's getting fed up with all the surgeries. Turning her into a pin cushion "running hose" through her upper chest into her neck vein for the 3rd time.
If I ever have to go through all this crap myself I think I'll just blow my brains out and get it over with (less suffering that way)
Spring officially starts in Pittsburgh tomorrow at 1:35 PM.
First pitch, home opener.
I know the feeling.
So anyway, yesterday, Jessie is in her History class. The teacher has a "pop quiz" everyday, the kids are asked to write down 4 things that happened on that day in history. He's going through the papers, comes to hers, stops, looks up, and says "So Jessie, tell me, are you going to be sick on Thursday? <cough><cough>"
Of course, she replies that she's starting to not feel so well, and yes, will probably be out "sick" on Thursday.
Then a classmate of hers turns and asks "Jessie! Are you going to the Home Opener!?!"
And the whole class breaks up laughing. They know. Probably the whole Middle School knows.
My son thinks that if the Principal is a jackass (which I think he is, but that's another story), he might just send the Truancy Police to come get her. Sure. How are they going to get into the ballpark? PNC Park is officially a sell out...
(Yes, I know that the cops can get in anyway, don't spoil the humor)