Moving along...... it was my younger son's (GingerJesus) day off work and as he was still in bed, I left a note for him saying we could catch a DVD on my return from town. We normally take turns in choosing the flick but we're pretty fair and flexible with genres, so to save time later I suggested he type ' Top 20 Saddest Movies ' into a search engine and take it from there. He had whittled the list down to 2 choices but was undecided on Antichrist and Torture Hotel. I intend to give him a right good lecture on the hazards of skim-reading.
Our rare occasion's full-family meal went fairly hassle free and while washing the dishes, I noticed our cat, Boaby, had killed a sparrow and was toying with it. Being a bird lover, McScrooge marched down the lawn to retrieve the stiff little biddy from old razor-claws, intending to dig a little hole or make a slighty less dignified bucket send off. I, on the other hand, simply chucked the sparrow on the shed roof for Josephine - (the seagull he's built a close relationship with ) as she's fed daily and becoming more trusting of us all. She thanked us for her trouble-free meal by shitting all down the freshly painted (dark brown) fence. It resembled a 19th century Bohemian vase by the time the droppings settled.
And to end the day, PrettyBoy brought me back a Reese Peanut Butter McFlurry from McDonalds that, by the time he made his way back from his girlfriend's house, looked as if it would be more fitting (and dramatic) poured down the back of a light blue pair of boxer shorts.
Neecht! Neecht!
