The other day I got home early. I had just walked in the door when I heard: tweet. tweet. Tweet. Tweet. TWeet. TWEET. TWEET. TWEET TWEET TWEETTWEET!TWEET!TWEET!
And then BAM! Someone comes Busting in the cat door. An orange blur runs past me and up the stairs without missing a beat. Meanwhile, the birds are squaking and making a huge commotion outside and I knew something was going on. So upstairs I went to find Smingers, and there he was, and I knew: the stakes had been raised.
He STOLE the birds' baby!
He had it on the floor and was pawing at it, and it was helplessly tweeting. I immediately took it away from him, and he wasn't too happy to lose such a hard-earned prize, but I took it out and put it in a low branch of a tree. But as soon as those birds saw Smingers, and until this day, they zoom down and dive-bomb him until he runs for cover! He hasn't tried to fight back too much--he knows its pointless to fight when all the birds have a hit out on you.
Next time we're outside with smingers we'll try to get video of him bein attacked!
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
Steve and Emilee, Married Five Years: The Aftermath
Steve and I just celebrated FIVE years together! Our first "milestone"! Let me begin with the a story about the breakdown of communication between us.
Did I scare you yet? No, it's a good story, really!
So last Wednesday night, Steve went to a 'continuing education' thing at the school, (because the education never ends, apparently) and I went out to crochet night with the girls (totally stunk at the pot-holder arts, let me tell you!). Anyway, we both came home late, and I realized we had no food for lunches. I told Steve we needed to go to Walmart.
Steve: Can you just go and get what you want? Oh, well, actually the Bishop just called and I have to go do some clerk stuff right now, it can't wait until tomorrow.
Me: Okay.
So I felt bad and I knew he really didn't want to go. So he leaves and shortly thereafter, and then I left after him to go to Walmart.
Fast forward one hour.
I come home with bags of groceries and set them on the kitchen counter to put away.
Fast forward five minutes.
Steve comes home with the same Walmart bags to put them on the counter...What?? Where did These bags come from??
Me: YOU went to Walmart? I just came back from Walmart!
Him: What do you mean? I was going to go after going to the church!
Me: What?? I was just there, I didn't see you!
Him: I was just there, I didn't see you either...
Me: What did you buy?
So here's what we bought. THE EXACT SAME STUFF.
The SAME Quaker Granola Bar Variety Pack:
The SAME 6-pack of Cheetos:
And the SAME choice of frozen dinners: Paninis.
So there you have it. Apparently Steve went in one side of Walmart and I went in the other--never even saw eachother. We may not know WHO'S getting the food, but we most certainly know what KIND it's going to be!!
So besides all that, we had a wonderful anniversary together: Steve getting me a dozen roses (my first roses from him ever! He usually picks something exotic, but it was fun that he did something spontaneous!) eating at Cheesecake factory, Steve playing basketball and me hanging out with the girls, taking the lazy kitties for a walk. Sure love that man, would've married him again in a heartbeat! Love you, Steve!
Did I scare you yet? No, it's a good story, really!
So last Wednesday night, Steve went to a 'continuing education' thing at the school, (because the education never ends, apparently) and I went out to crochet night with the girls (totally stunk at the pot-holder arts, let me tell you!). Anyway, we both came home late, and I realized we had no food for lunches. I told Steve we needed to go to Walmart.
Steve: Can you just go and get what you want? Oh, well, actually the Bishop just called and I have to go do some clerk stuff right now, it can't wait until tomorrow.
Me: Okay.
So I felt bad and I knew he really didn't want to go. So he leaves and shortly thereafter, and then I left after him to go to Walmart.
Fast forward one hour.
I come home with bags of groceries and set them on the kitchen counter to put away.
Fast forward five minutes.
Steve comes home with the same Walmart bags to put them on the counter...What?? Where did These bags come from??
Me: YOU went to Walmart? I just came back from Walmart!
Him: What do you mean? I was going to go after going to the church!
Me: What?? I was just there, I didn't see you!
Him: I was just there, I didn't see you either...
Me: What did you buy?
So here's what we bought. THE EXACT SAME STUFF.
The SAME Quaker Granola Bar Variety Pack:
The SAME 6-pack of Cheetos:
And the SAME choice of frozen dinners: Paninis.
So there you have it. Apparently Steve went in one side of Walmart and I went in the other--never even saw eachother. We may not know WHO'S getting the food, but we most certainly know what KIND it's going to be!!
So besides all that, we had a wonderful anniversary together: Steve getting me a dozen roses (my first roses from him ever! He usually picks something exotic, but it was fun that he did something spontaneous!) eating at Cheesecake factory, Steve playing basketball and me hanging out with the girls, taking the lazy kitties for a walk. Sure love that man, would've married him again in a heartbeat! Love you, Steve!
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