I woke up this morning to a sore throat and to a general feeling of lousiness. And so, in an act of complete genius, I slept an extra two hours. When I finally made my way downstairs I was disappointed to find that my blog had not chosen to write itself. What nerve. Apparently it decided to take the entire day off. And I was also a little let down to see that a group of magic critters hadn’t bothered to chip in and help out. Wasn’t today the day that a cast of little mice were supposed to step on my keyboard (while singing an exceedingly cute song) and type out a complete diatribe of the state of the mortgage industry? Or maybe it was supposed to be a cast of kangaroos. I always get those two mixed up.
In general, our house might be in an advanced state of Disneyfication. Singing rodents. Magic critters. They could be anywhere. We did have a couple finches that made a nest above one of our speakers on our back deck. They didn’t do a lot more than create a large mess of discarded nesting materials and bird poop. No catchy tunes, no dance numbers – just a big mess to clean up. My wife has since taken last year’s nest to her classroom and hopefully there will be a lesson in there for the students. The only lesson for me out of the whole thing is to not let birds create a nest on any portion of your home’s structure. It just creates a big mess and bird expectations of a nest upgrade for the following year.
Now if I can just sign up some critters to do my work for me – then we’d really be on to something.