Monday is up to its usual tricks. Oh, you know how it is. You get a nice quiet Monday or two and then Monday conspires with the cats to smack you upside the head.
Husband headed for the kitchen while I headed for the shower.
“What the hell?” from the living room.
I pause, one foot in the air. “What does that mean?” I asked.
“WHAT is all this stuff? What happened here?”
I retrieve my glasses and warily enter the living room. I can see…”What is that? Pillow stuffing?” I creep closer, cautious. “The speakers are intact.” But the fluff coming from the back door, trailing all through the living room and around the corner, is gray just like the speaker front. Leo had been caught recently caught scratching it…”Uh-oh.”
“Yeah.” Husband followed the trail into the entryway.
“It’s a bird, isn’t it?” I said with extreme dismay.
“Well, it WAS a bird,” he said.
“Oh, don’t move your foot,” I advised as I peered into the entryway. “That looks like a major piece of it there by your slipper.”
“LEO,” Husband scolded. “NO BIRDS IN THE HOUSE.”
That’ll fix it.
At least my living room is nicely vacuumed all before 8 a.m.
I also received this email from April the Dragon–so beware. Monday is out there. It will get you.
I left for work. Halfway down the second block the trunk opened and began flapping. A certain unnamed person (we’ll just call him Dipstick) forgot to tell me the trunk wasn’t latching properly, and he also apparently forgot to fix it. So I had to stop and secure the thing in my work clothes in the half morning light unless I wanted to drive forty minutes to work with the thing illegally opening and closing like a giant yapper the entire way. Yes, I got it latched, but then it started raining. Of course, someone had taken my umbrella from the cafeteria where I left it last week. By the time I arrived at work, it was pouring steadily. There I was with no umbrella and a five hundred yard dash ahead of me. Well, it is Monday. What can I expect?
And a Good Morning to y’all. Watch out for Monday. She’s on a tear.