Too Many Books

It's been a rough day. See, there are a few things in life I'm scared of. I've talked about my fear of flying before, but there are a few fears which I haven't blog-fessed-up to. Until now. 1.) I'm scared when people in the passenger's seat of my car touch the airbag. Like, seriously , don't put your feet up on it if you ever want to ride with me again. Just don't. I'm afraid it will go off, burning your face and probably totaling my car because the things are so damned expensive to replace. Or so I've heard. (And for the record, I've had this air-bag fear since my high school days, and well before one deployed near my face in my a-deer-hit-me-on-the-highway-wreck in May of 2000.) Whew. I'm glad I let that out. But it was merely a digression. Read on, friends. Read on. 2.) I'm scared of oral dental surgery. That's why I still have all four of my mostly-impacted wisdom teeth. And that's why when I chipped a tooth mont...

Have I mentioned that a loving frighteningly territorial mamma bird must have smelled the maternity around here? Said bird constructed a nest atop our front porch light, and has now given birth to some tweety little babies. (Hubs was going to move the nest before she laid eggs; he decided against it at my bidding.) (The more I think about it, the more convined I am that Ms. Mamma Bird should be sending me a thank you card.) So, you know, I took a picture of the nest before the eggs hatched. There might not even have been any eggs in there at that point. It's just a little too high up for me to see inside, and though I considered getting a chair to stand on for a better shot, I thought no... don't push it, Amber. Give Mamma Bird a little privacy and respect. Photo 1 did not seem to ruffle any feathers. Anywaddle, the other day I came home from lunch and saw Mamma Bird perched up there, and noticed the cutest little baby birdie face poking out from under her ...