Here's the little bird that flew into our garage today and couldn't figure out how to get out (nevermind the HUGE opening right behind him that we all like to call a "garage door".
Here he is banging his head against the window.
Here's his partner in crime, acting like he doesn't know him.
When these little birds aren't hanging out in my garage, they are outside snagging the bugs from my lawn (at least I think that's what they're eating). Five or six at a time, all out there pecking away. Thank you little birdies! Bye bye little insects!
Also in my garage is a bag of unopened lawn fertilizer. You see, however much I would like a nice, lush, weed n' feeded yard, I can't bring myself to dump this dust on their dinner. You're welcome little birdies.
And since we're talking about fertilizer...this is my eyeball. Rachel says it's creepy. I think she means the picture is creepy... because it is. But this is to show you that I have, if I do say so myself, pretty hazel eyes. They are my mothers eyes.
Rachel has them also, see? As a matter of fact, so does Phoebe and Kate.
We all have my mothers pretty hazel eyes.
Here is Phoebe's Eye. Kate's eye is in Utah and my camera doesn't have a big enough lense to take a picture from this far away.
So after the chemo was supposed to have worn off and I found myself waiting in vain for the return of all my hair, people started recommending the new prescription eye lash fertilizer, Latisse. There was just one little side effect: it could change your eyecolor.
Well, that was a deal breaker for me! No way. Having long, thick eyelashes cannot be better than having my mother's hazel eyes. So even though I have so few eyelashes you can count them now, and even name them if you wanted to....once again, I'm going to pass on the fertilizer.
(I could, however, use some Photoshop on the wrinkles! Whoa! Nice, red, wrinkles woman!)