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Our parakeets behave worse than our children. (And if anyone was sitting behind us in sacrament meeting yesterday that is saying a lot.) They, the birds not the children, had a big old squabble and one of them ended up with an injury and drops of blood throughout the cage. Umm, hello? Who cannot keep control of parakeets? The answer would be me. Well, your answer would be "Linn" not "me," because that wouldn't make any sense and...oh nevermind. Anyway, we've worked through the issues, received Petco counseling (you know, where the pets go) and things seem happier tonight. I've also told them to "use their words" when they get angry and I think that's going to work out swell. Now if I can just get a hold of parakeet band aid because their cage is in in the corner of the dining room and the dried blood on Loud is a tad less than appetizing.
Speaking of that last sentence, did I ever mention I named the parakeets? Remember I said I would know the name when I heard it? Well, I heard it in my head (worrisome, but not unusual) and they immediately became Loud and Louder. And they are true to their names. Although as of tonight I'm thinking Squabble and Squabbler More has a better ring to it. But I already call two of the kids that and worry it would be confusing.
Why do I keep thinking about that ridiculous movie I watched a few nights ago? Creepy times ten and I can't get it out of my mind. (If you haven't seen it, don't read the rest of this paragraph. I'm serious, skip over it or you will hate me.) Or maybe it is because I need one of those machines so that there will be more than one of me and I can actually get something done. That's it, it had better rain and lower the humidity or I'm headed to visit a Mr. Nikola Tesla. Seriously though, did you know he really existed? I didn't. Did you also know that I am full of a whole lotta nothing? Yup, I'm confirming that one painful word at a time.
One of my cutest friends in the whole wide world had to have some surgery today and I went by to visit her tonight. (By the way, only she looks beautiful after major surgery, but at least I'm not bitter.) Can I just say that it was too much fun? She would ask me a question and then proceed to fall asleep as I started to answer. Every time. Then wake up a little while later saying, "Did I just ask you a question?" I loved it. And I love her. And she will be thrilled when we reads the blog and sees she is once again famous.
Speaking of famous, oh blasted, that story has to do with my post that is coming up on Monday, so I will ruin the surprise if I share it now. But it was funny. You would have liked it. I tell you, anyone that has an ounce of anticipation about my big reveal on Monday is going to be sorely disappointed. Sorely disappointed. If I were you, I would just skip it all together. But if you were also me you would have parakeets that have domestic issues, children that forget how to behave in sacrament meeting and be full of a whole lotta nothing. Count your blessings, friends.
Count your many blessings.
