Good morning, sunshine...
I've never been a morning person, but as long as I get a good night's sleep and have time to drink a half pot of coffee, I usually find mornings pleasant enough. Especially this time of year, when I keep the windows open all night because the weather is (finally) turning cool-ish and I start drinking my coffee hot again. This morning, however, was not one of those mornings.
It's been a really long week. My nerves are shot. I fought the deadlines, and the deadlines won. I haven't been sleeping well. I'm cranky. So I was sitting at my desk in the sunroom, blinds open so I can watch the sun come up, drinking coffee and trying to figure out why my Earthlink DSL was down for the third morning in a row when I heard a little bird singing in a tree outside. I actually stopped what I was doing, turned around, and said, "shut the f*ck up." To the bird. I cursed a happy, singing, little birdie.
Charming.
Too bad I can't come over for a much-needed bitchfest. I could use one.
ReplyDeleteYou and my mother must be kin. I'm still laughing (and rolling my eyes) about her saying she planned to open the birds' cages and scream "Fly or die, birds! Fly or die!" if the fire in our kitchen had spread.
ReplyDeleteI can so imagine you this morning. Ha!
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That poor birdy. You are so going to hell for that.
ReplyDeleteJust kidding.
okay, that made me laugh my ass off because I could just picture you saying that to the bird.
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