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Merry Christmas.

And so my morning goes:
I got up to let Tank and Petunia outside for their morning bathroom romp, and in flies a bird. Right into the house.
The next hour was spent wrangling the bird to fly back outside. We had to take the screens out of all the windows and open all the doors. And it's 23 degrees outside. I'm pretty sure it nested in the Christmas tree. And knocked Santa off the entertainment center.
All of this before 10 a.m.
I hadn't even had coffee yet.

This shit doesn't happen in real life.

10:05 a.m. - 2012-12-23

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