My mom gave me this cute little bird lamp that I had admired online at Kirkland's. She's like that. Now I'm trying to figure out where I like it best. It's in the upstairs hallway now, but I'll try the kids' bathroom if they ever clean it. I'm not subjecting the poor little bird to that nastiness.
In case you feel my post title was misleading, I got the bird for real yesterday. A driver in front of me felt I was unappreciative of his ability to straddle the white line and drive in TWO lanes at the same time. Will said, "He thinks you're Number One!" And Emma said, "Is that what that finger means?"
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