This morning at 2:30 I woke up to a rustling sound. I'm the only one here--DJ's in Seattle, Reagan is at camp, and there SHOULDN'T BE A RUSTLING SOUND IN MY HOUSE!!!!!! I grabbed my phone, dialed 911, put my finger over the "send" button and ventured out of the bedroom. I checked the windows--nothing; back door--nothing; garage door--nothing; went towards the front door, when FLAP FLAP FLAP SQUAWK FLAP SQUAWK SQUAWK FLAP. Heart failure. Considered expiring on the spot.
Oh yeah. I picked up the 6 parakeets from Judi's house last night.
This was the BEST picture of our family at Mesa Verde. Yes, Josh is showing off his tummy.
Reagan's major
If it encourages her to really be a marine biologist....But was it worth the extra $95 for the DVD?
Tre'
Tre' said that Shamu felt like a "wet hot dog." Hmmm.
Madison
Instead of "wear the crown, be the crown, You are the crown!" (via Miss Congeniality), for Madi it's "Ride the Horse. Be the Horse. You ARE the Horse!"
Josh
And he's not even playing with his toys.....
1 comment:
LOL! ahhhh! you poor thing! i would have freaked out too! thats too funny...thank goodness it was just your birds and not an intruder.
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