Birds, or, The Bird.
So today was kind of crazy, back to school. When you're a parent, at least these parents here, it's the worst. All those school people up in your face. "So what do you do"? I hate that, none of your business is what I do. I like to tell them things like Pretzel Bender, or just relocated, Witness Protection. Our kids are "A" students all the way, leave me alone. I'm not a social butterfly, have no interest in re-living my own childhood vicariously through my children. I do not want to join the P.T.A. or the P.T.O., hats off to anyone who does, it ain't me.
Took our younger daughter out for a back pack and a few last minute odds and ends. Got a really cool one, she happily pointed out that it was on sale. Before we left the parrot was screaming. They do that sometimes, usually he just wants to know where you are. In the rain forest that's how they keep track of each other. If you're a parrot in the rain forest and you lose your flock, your dead. So I pull up some music on the computer here, my daughter tells me that he has some new favorite songs in the hard drive. I create a quick playlist of like five ballad types, and one Nellie song. My girls like Nellie. I set the thing to repeat so the bird will chill and not wake up my wife, she worked overnight last night. The bird is cool, he's chillin' with Nellie and some fresh snacks, we sneak out and go to the store.
We had a nice time, saw a great sunset, sat in the parking lot and watched it for all it was worth. Got home and found the note we left for my wife, in case she woke and wondered where we were. That note had been moved. A fresh pot of coffee was brewed and I heard the shower running upstairs. Utilizing my razor sharp powers of observation I deduced that she had in fact awakened. She comes downstairs to tell us how she was awakened, first by the phone, our older girl called from her boyfriends house to say his mother was bringing her home later. She fell back to sleep, a short time later she woke to the sound of barking dogs, our dogs. She came downstairs to see what they were barking at. She looked out back, she saw what they were barking at. Birds, they were barking at birds.
Hey Tommy, should have seen the look on her face. If I was those dogs I'd be makin' plans for emergency egress, know what I mean?
Took our younger daughter out for a back pack and a few last minute odds and ends. Got a really cool one, she happily pointed out that it was on sale. Before we left the parrot was screaming. They do that sometimes, usually he just wants to know where you are. In the rain forest that's how they keep track of each other. If you're a parrot in the rain forest and you lose your flock, your dead. So I pull up some music on the computer here, my daughter tells me that he has some new favorite songs in the hard drive. I create a quick playlist of like five ballad types, and one Nellie song. My girls like Nellie. I set the thing to repeat so the bird will chill and not wake up my wife, she worked overnight last night. The bird is cool, he's chillin' with Nellie and some fresh snacks, we sneak out and go to the store.
We had a nice time, saw a great sunset, sat in the parking lot and watched it for all it was worth. Got home and found the note we left for my wife, in case she woke and wondered where we were. That note had been moved. A fresh pot of coffee was brewed and I heard the shower running upstairs. Utilizing my razor sharp powers of observation I deduced that she had in fact awakened. She comes downstairs to tell us how she was awakened, first by the phone, our older girl called from her boyfriends house to say his mother was bringing her home later. She fell back to sleep, a short time later she woke to the sound of barking dogs, our dogs. She came downstairs to see what they were barking at. She looked out back, she saw what they were barking at. Birds, they were barking at birds.
Hey Tommy, should have seen the look on her face. If I was those dogs I'd be makin' plans for emergency egress, know what I mean?
posted by Squarehead at 6:05 PM
2 Comments:
my youngest daughter want's to dye her hair with streaks of BLUE, PINK and GREEN.
Hey ho!
"BLUE, PINK and GREEN", all good colors. Maybe she wants to look like a parrot? Hey, it could be worse. She could want to dress like a banker, wear business outfits, hair pulled back in a severe bun. I stay away from fashion stuff when it comes to my girls, let my wife deal with it. A cowardly approach to be sure, it works for me.
"Hey ho!" Thanks for visitin' my little corner of cyberspace.
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