Tuesday, October 14, 2014

#Blogtober14 When A Bird Doesn't Care

I hesitate every time I walk under a tree. There might just be a bird chilling over a branch getting ready to use the bathroom. Outside is its bathroom. I found this out during a visit to my grandma's house as a child.

Everyone was outside talking and having a good time. I was especially happy to be surrounded by family. I was small, cute, and in my own zone when something landed on the top of my head. That something was bird poop. I think I cried before getting my hair washed super good. Everyone else found it funny and maybe you will too.

Helene in Between Blogtober

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