The Shit Hit the Fan

I have been waiting - patiently I might add - for the birds to do something really great...really notable.

And they've finally done it.

Only, I'm not really sure this person deserved it.

But even if it was me, I'd still laugh with the shit hit the fan.

The eggs have hatched. And the baby birds have been squawking. Now they are learning to fly.

But, let's back up to a couple of days ago. It is Sunday night and Andrea I decided we needed candy. After finding Andrea's boss's house empty (she had a Carnegie Deli cheesecake, SWOON!) we went on a C-Store run. When we come home, Andrea comments we need to go in through the garage door because the bird has been buzzing her head.

If only she would've heeded her own words.

Today, Miss Hobgood went out and came home.

The baby birds decided to show off their newly acquired skills this afternoon and flew all around Andrea virtually attacking and terrorizing her.

But the story doesn't stop there.

She finally manages to get into the house without letting any birds get into the house to find my mother home for lunch.

"You have something in your hair," my mom tells her.

"What?" Andrea asks.

"Ew," my mom says, "It's bird shit!"

"Well, get it out!" Andrea hisses.

My mom refuses and Andrea is left with the only option of taking a shower to get the gooey shit out of her hair.

It's about time the birds got someone.

I'm just sorry it was my sister.