“‘Not a morning person’ doesn’t even begin to cover it.” I woke up thinking someone was knocking on my door, but it was a woodpecker outside and directly above my bed. I knocked back and yelled, and tried to go back to sleep. Every time I almost dozed off the hungry little SOB came back. Part of me (the angry-tired-achy-arthritic-tired-tired part) wanted to shoot it. But the boy has taken up birding. He gets so excited anytime something with wings is around.
So finally I grabbed a gun and fired a round into the gravel pit. The echo worked. And now I’m awake. Because I wasn’t wearing pants and it’s cold and snowy outside.
Did I mention it’s PMS week? That’s like shark week, only scarier. And there are four of us Pajarigirls. (PIE-ree gurlz)
Please don’t let me leave work today without suet and pms formula. Ammo is expensive.
The Employee of the Month aka Neighbor of the Year