Went snowboarding at Copper Mountain yesterday, and today I feel like I've been set upon by a particularly viscious pack of hobbits armed with fish whackers. My Sweetie is arguing with Bishop, our green-wing macaw, about feathers. The gray parrot is announcing that it's time for a nap and there's a really crummy Emilio Estavez movie playing in the background. One of the neighbors is coming over to borrow a USB-to-USB cable, the high-tech equivalent of a cup of sugar, one supposes. Relatives are on the way.
There is only one explanation for this...
I have apparently woken up in the middle of a Ray Stevens song parody. Excuse me while I go unplug a cable and give the parrots a walnut.
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