The Haunting

Vader is in Texas this week. So really it's not my fault that I had to invite E to come over with her shovel. That handy dandy shovel that takes care of the stuff of my nightmares. You know how there are movies that haunt you? Mine are Amistad, Schindler's List and the like. I literally try for years to erase the images from my mind. It's no different for me, the images of dead animals. The sight actually sticks with me and just seeps into my thoughts the way boobs and butts seep into the minds of men at all hours of the day and night. Anyway, I had no choice but to go get E to pick up the dead baby birds that tumbled out of their rooftop nest onto my lawn. I was beside myself, just writing this is giving me a stomachache. I feel a little lightheaded right now.

Poor E though. Today I had to ask her if I could borrow her ladder so that I could break into my house. When she saw me coming she said, "What happened, another dead bird? Should I get my shovel?" No E, just a little breaking and entering, but I'm thinking I should probably get you a tool belt with a shovel holder just so it's always handy.