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.

by tempe on 1/23/2007 1:17:21 PM, 3 comments

Submitted by hubby at 1/23/2007 1:46:18 PM
    Potty mouth.
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.
Submitted by KD at 1/23/2007 4:23:46 PM
    *pointing*laughing*

    heeheeheeheeheeheeheehee
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