A sparrow at our hummingbird feeder. My husband cooks up this noxious looking potion all the birds just love and it's gotten to the point where we had four sparrows out there today ganging up on hummingbirds. I'll have to hang more of them. Feeders, not birds.
Ha ha.
I'm in a foul mood. A bi-polar thing. I felt myself crashing earlier, too. I was actually grateful to get home and get in bed, so I wouldn't dissociate in front of the kids. I stayed there and finished one of the worst novels I have ever read: Everyone Worth Knowing, by the woman who wrote Devil Wears Prada. I'm supremely pissed at her because Prada wasn't half-bad and this one was all-bad. I don't have so much money these days that I easily forgive spending it on a shitty novel. That's probably what I get for not reading something meatier like Meaty Thoughts on Solutions for the Planet.
Don't Google that. I made it up.
I've finished labeling posts through September of last year, working backwards from January of this one. In case you were wondering.
Growl.
Whine.
