Well, hello there, handsome. Come here often?
Turns out that Patricia and I had a little stowaway from our Pictou County long weekend. A guy at work came back from coffee break this morning and asked me what we were planning to have for dinner tonight. "We haven't decided yet", I told him. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, maybe you can have a nice bird for supper!" He showed me a picture he had just taken on his phone of the Soul's grill. Wedged in it was a very dead small bird. We must have hit it at some point during out trip to or from the cottage. Maybe Patricia hit it on the way to or from New Glasgow Friday afternoon. Doesn't matter.
When we got home tonight, and after we had dinner, I got out my garden hose and unrolled it to the point where I could hose down the grill of the car. With a bit of coaxing, the very dead bird fell out on to the ground. I scooped up the poor dead bird and threw him in the green bin.
I did not get pictures. Might be upsetting to you. I know it didn't make my day to do that.
At least now I have a nice clean front grill again.
We watched this week's episode of "I'm Dying Up Here!", which is the funniest and saddest show at the same time. I am in awe of what they are doing. You have to see it. Just drop what you're doing, watching the first six episodes of "I'm Dying Up Here!", and report back to me when you're done. I will wait right here.
Are you back already? So, what did you think? Hmm? You want to collect your thoughts and let me know? No problem, man.
Not much else goin' on. Think I will turn on. Newbie is giving me that come hither look. I know better than to resist him.
See you tomorrow.