Yeah Foz, I am talking to you! Seems you could have done something to help prevent this recurring nightmare...
...which then could have avoided this fine decorating technique...
Let's pause for a moment here in case you are not one of the five people who read my blog back in 2010, when this story first broke of my life with barn swallows. Part 1, part 2, part 3...go ahead, I'll wait.
Now these birds are fine. They respect boundaries and do not overstay their welcome.
I was so touched that the kids thought to cover my brand new tulips while they were playing basketball nearby. Sure, I might have made several pleas for them to take pity on my newly planted flowers, but the thought that they listened was heartwarming...
...until I noticed that they had already smashed that one next to the inverted planter.
We were even less impressed with the Birthday Cake Oreos than we were with the m&m's, although I do maintain that they don't taste as bad if you remove the filling.
There is no decent explanation for why I put the filling on my son's phone.
My recent ebay-palooza made me finally feel like there was a reason to be that crazy lady who saved shoeboxes for so many years. I always thought they'd become dioramas, but this was more profitable.
I guess that's it. Time to go to the little girls' room, or as this sign might indicate, the saggy-boobed high-waisted ladies' room.