Birds and Broomsticks

Disaster struck today. My brother and I arrived home in Arkansas for the summer. My car was cleaned out the day we got home (maybe the day after), but my brother neglected his car until today. So he decided to bring all of his stuff in this morning. Leaving the front door open for convenience, he worked for a little while and then proceeded to take a half hour break trying to convince me to help him clean out his car with him (mind you...leaving the front door open).

He finally convinces me to help him unpack his car. I silently make a pledge to bring in small item after small item to spite him. We walk into the front room to find a bird flying in our family room. I yelp, naturally, and then jump on the couch and hide under a blanket *because obviously the bird is ravenous and will surely dive bomb me and peck out my eyes* Meanwhile, Jordan goes about closing two of the doors to the surrounding rooms and instructs me to close the last one so we (he) can herd the bird out the front door. I'm not about that life, and I stay under the blanket on the couch while thinking about the life I could have lived.

Jordan goes to get a broom from the kitchen to aid in his crusade while the bird stupidly flies in a circle around the ceiling. Jordan comes back, but refuses to step into the room so he just waves the broom around from the confines of the hallway. So bear with me here and try to picture this scene. You have a harmless (or is it?) bird confused and flying in circles in a room. Then there's a 21-year-old blue-haired girl in pajamas cowering under a blanket on the couch while a broom flails aimlessly in the corner of the room--directed by a 24-year-old boy who is standing in the hallway commenting on the idiocy of the bird and the importance that our mother not find out about this *oops*. Then on top of it all there's my little dog who nonchalantly walks outside and sits on the front porch like this type of chaos happens on a regular basis. This continued for the longest 3 minutes of my life before the bird made its way outside, Jordan closed the front door, and I vowed to make the most of my life now that I wasn't going to die.

In other news, my little nephew has a hard time saying my name, so he calls me Lala. It's probably the most adorable thing ever, so I'll be officially changing my name soon. Probably, maybe, not likely, but yes.