More Nonsense

I left for work way too early this morning.  It really irritated me when I got to work and realized it, too, because the whole time I was rushing thinking I thought I was running late.  I didn’t want anyone to know I was there because then they’d want to talk to me….ick.  So I went back out to the parking lot and read my book.  I get so little down time lately. 

So I was sitting in my car, reading away (a new author I found and really like – I’ll be posting a funny interview with her on examiner.com very soon) and all of a sudden the sky grows dark and there’s a really loud noise.  Startled, I look up and there are about 40 pigeons and doves converging on my car.  My car.  Not any of the other cars.  They’re all milling about on the hood, peering in at me.  There is not one single bird on any other car in the parking lot.  Weird, huh.  It was creepy.  I felt like Tippi Hedron.

When I got through washing the dishes tonight and walked into the living room to see what ridiculous back-biting was going on on Survivor, I found that all of my lamp shades were on the floor so that Army men could hide in them.

Later, I was trying to wrestle The Bandit into his pajamas and he said, and I quote, “Don’t challenge me.  I’m not a murderer.”  I can only quirk an eyebrow at him and wonder.

Also, in the spirit of one of my favorite blogs, Theblogess.com I am giving myself this award:

And lastly from Shoebox.com – because I thought it was funny: