Dear John,
I have tried to endure--even tried to like-- the ear-splitting squeaking, the hair-raising cheeping, and the "Oh let's let him fly around a while, he'll get used to the windows" bird abuse. I love you, but I can't stand the bird.
Love,
Your husband-loving-bird-hating wife.
6 comments:
Does Old Yeller need a play date? Boyfriend? Jeffrey says we'll take her for a bit...
I find it ironic that this post follows a picture of a turkey in a seat belt!
I can have a pet or a husband. Not both. So far, I still have Charles.
Yeah. I heard the bird when I talked to you on the phone. SQUAWK!!
I think the bird needs to feel the outside air for a while..
Hopefully, you are not talking about your Thanksgiving turkey. The windows won't last long if you are.
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