i hit a pigeon on the way to work today.
Not any pigeon, mind you.
A pigeon who happened to be just hangin' out with two of his pigeon homies.
In the middle of a major road.
i can't help the fact the your homies were smart enough to FLY AWAY as my vehicle approached.
I rolled right over that poor Mr. Pigeon.
Flattened him into a pigeon pancake.
I've never run over a poor little defenseless creature before.
So, what do I do? I call Hubs.
Who's been spending the last few nights in bed
reading a book to help him better understand the female psyche (read: his crazy wife).
Last night's chapter was all about listening.
Me: Hubs, I ran over a pigeon! In my pretty new car!
Me: I thought he was going to fly away like his two pigeon friends!
Hubs: How do you feel about the pigeon?
Hubs: [silence].. I'm listening.
Me: I squished him! I bet I have feathers sticking out of the grill!
Hubs: So, you're saying you squished the pigeon. How do you feel about squishing the pigeon?
if only you could hear the Psychiatrist tone to Hubs' voice. It was absolutely hysterical.
Way to put your new-found listening skills to good use, Hubs!
and yes, I did have feathers sticking out between the treatds of my front tire ...