What does it mean if you find a dead bird on your back porch? Is it a bad omen?
I received the following answer:
Yes, it is a very bad omen. Someone very near and dear to you will be cleaning bird poop off their car within 7 days.
What did we do before Professor McGoogle? Huh? Huh? Huh?
Okay, so my twins came home from their first day of school with their undies in a knot over the stupid sixth grade rules.
This is my son's face at dinner as he was telling us that they're not allowed to say certain words, like crap, or stink, or stupid, or boring.
"Imagine not being able to say boring!" he is saying. "And we're not allowed to say I can't do it. How dumb is that?"
"And we can't swear either," added the other twin.
Where do they come up with these teachers anyway? That's what I want to know.
Speaking of dinner, Garden of Egan wrote this in my comment box yesterdee:
What are you going to do with all your free time now? I hope to see you in a apron setting the table for a nutritious meal that you spent all day baking! Please take a picture of that K?
It just so happens that I do spend all my free time in an apron baking nutritious meals. And I do take pictures of myself doing it:
I even put on my best Stepford wife face when saying "You too can bake nutritious meals for only 88 cents at Walmart."
Oh peeps, I'm just joshing. That was all staged. I didn't make turkey pot pies for dinner. I made tacos.
The cute kind.
You know what that face is thinking, don't you? It's thinking, I wish I was reading Mockingjay right now instead of eating cute tacos.
Here's that face after school:
And here's that face after dinner:
And here's that face reading the epilogue:
She's just about to shut the book and shout "It's SO GOOD! Way better than the first two."
How is that possible????
Should I stay up all night and read it? Or should I be a responsible adult and catch some Zzzzzzz's?
I guess I'll do the latter, but first I want to do something I haven't done in forever--not since I moved to Utah and got all depressed, which is what we Stepford wives do best here in Utah.
(Joshing again peeps! Just trying to get your goat!)
I'm going to show some linky lub.
If you're not a man, you should read this stinkin' heelarious short and sweet post about my least favorite punctuation mark. It's by Serene is My Name, Not My Life.
Also, do you guys remember New England Alyson? Well she's coming out about the abuse she suffered as a child and it's powerful stuff. Go to Alyson's new blog for some truth and dare.
And finally Vern from Rabbit in the Headlights wins the prize for proving that great things really are happening in Parawon. Thanks to Professor McGoogle she found out there is a demolition derby this weekend at the Iron County Fair.
"Dirt flys as mini cars race and Demolition cars crash. Starts at 7 p.m. in the grandstands. For more information call the Iron County Fair Office at 435-477-8380".
It doesn't get much better than that.
(But seriously, are there any other great things happening in Parowan?)
P.S. Did I ever mention that I lub me some Lulu?
It's not just puppy lub either. It's full-blown, full-on doggy lub.