I must have been tempting fate when I mentioned in yesterday’s 5QF that I had been pooped on the day before my brother’s wedding. I got home from work yesterday and was unloading all my stuff from my shoulder when my hand hit something wet (it was not raining). And I knew instantly what it was: bird poop. It hit my shoulder, purse and laptop bag and it was gross. I lamented my woes on Facebook but thought I would share here as well, my tale of attracting bird poop, previously only once a decade. (I expect tomorrow that our neighborhood bald eagle will get me good for tempting fate and talking about all FIVE occurences.) Continue reading
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