November 8, 2009

Mr. Brendanawicz

I've been in bed since Tuesday. No, seriously, Tuesday. November 3rd, 2009. It's now November 8th (of the same year). You'd think cabin fever would have kicked in and I'd be smashing things on the ground, drawing on the walls, tearing my hair out...but not really. And you know why? Because we've had a visitor. Mr. Brendanawicz.

Now, why would I invite a rubber chicken into my home, you ask? Because this rubber chicken's wings are fused together! Usually my COMPLETELY RATIONAL fear of feathered beings would have consumed me, but Mr. Brendanawicz has been pretty great about keeping his clucking under control, his beak to himself, and his arms at his side. He's also taken full liberties within the house, getting into all of my stuff.

Here he is trying to be cute, hiding in my medicine.

He's just a tiny little chickadee though, and all the fun and games gave him a sore throat. I told him to take a Vitamin C effervescent.

I also made him some hot lemon juice. You know, for his vocal chords.

Mr. Brendanawicz heard about Little One's blueberry pancakes, and decided to hang out in the freezer until she agreed to make him some.

After dinner, we brushed our teeth and watched some tv.

Mr. Brendanawicz was pretty tired by this point, and was about to get in bed, but decided to have one last round of play time with Coco.

Now...what was that I said about cabin fever?


spaz said...

Run. Even if you're still sick. Just go.

Forsoothsayer said...

yeah, clearly losing grip. also, i chased you round with a MINOOT bird shapeD fridge magnet at someone's house that one time and u ran! (whose house was that?)