What the f***?!
Becca asked me where her goggles were. I said they were probably in the toy box in the basement playroom. She went down there with Daddy's camera to look for them.
"Mommy, I found a bird." Just in a normal tone. "Come see."
I go downstairs to see Becca's imaginary bird.
There is a fucking bird in my basement.
I have no fucking idea how it got in. I am a little fucking freaked right now.
Birds are supposed to be outside. How the hell did s/he get in? What the fuck am I supposed to do now?
And, the kids spent all morning playing down there happily with no fights or biting. I was looking forward to sending them down there this afternoon for more of the same.
But there is a fucking bird down there. And Ben laughed at me when I told him.

Submitted by
Angie at 1/23/2007 2:21:39 PM- Because of my fear of the Avian Flu, I hereby cancel our friendship.
You may now purchase tempura at Trader Joe's.











Potty mouth.