Literally. This afternoon, I was standing under a tree that stood just outside of the door to my building. I was enjoying the cooler weather (80 degrees!!! HOORAY!!!) and talking to some co-workers. Actually, I was bemoaning my day… It’s been a rough one, I’ll tell ya! So anyway, I’m standing there, bitching and moaning, complaining about the horrors of personal mottos, Toys ‘R Us, and my general suckage this quarter when I feel the “whoosh” of something whiz down by me. I swear y’all, I felt this touch my HAIR!!! I looked up, and saw the big black bird looking at me. I looked down and saw the large white splat of bird poop. And I totally freaked out! “There’s bird shit in my hair! A. Bird. Shit. On. My. Head! Ohmigid! That’s just perfect!” All the while, my friends assured me that they couldn’t see anything, but no, I was not appeased. So, I trudged upstairs and into the bathroom and took a long, hard look at my head. Guess what?!? My hair and clothes were totally poop free! So I’ve turned over a new leaf for this afternoon. After all, how lucky can a gal get? I mean I literally FELT it touch me only it wasn’t there! That must be a sign of something, right? :)
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