Birds

I am deathly afraid of birds.
this is why:
when i was around 6-7 I had long hair, like down to my rear-end long hair. my mom would do all sorts of funky things with it like put ribbons and yarn and make braids, etc. Most of the time I liked "pigtails",
On one particular day, I was at my cousins house at a picnic, we were playing in their pool. I was swimming and my hair had gotten all wet and tangled. I was wearing pigtails. they were an intertwined and knotted mess. my grandmother kept talking about getting the "snarls" out later. sheesh I HATED when she brushed my hair.
earlier my we had noticed a momma with baby birds. we laughed because my mom was preggo with my youngest sister, she was so big she couldn't reach past her belly.
(this is all important I promise)
Hot dogs were done!! whoooo hoo! we all rush to the table. we see the baby bird trying to fly, the baby bird flies, the baby bird lands in my intertwined hair nest.
my mom cant reach past her stomach to my head.
I'm screaming
my moms screaming
my aunt comes running from inside
they get the bird off
I'm scarred for life.

I. HATE, BIRDS.

but as i was driving today the sun was in a funky mood, it was hitting the ground on such an odd way for the day/time of year that it was.
I was driving and all i could see was a bird chilling out in the middle of the road. i saw his shadow,
I thought about running him over but i decided not to.
i laughed instead. birds are so weird looking they re so ugly.
I drew a picture of the shadow i saw.

ugly isn't it?


In other news Torrie mastered the straw!