Would anyone like to guess how many birds were living in my walls?
The correct answer is three.
The good news is that I am able to say ‘were living in my walls’ rather than ‘are living in my walls’ or ‘died in my walls.’
The little creeps found their way over to the original vent and after I removed the cover from the outside the birds were able to escape (but not until after they flew at my face.)
Officially NOT a bird person.
Cody wrote about 15 things he does to hold onto his youth, yet he failed to mention #16 ‘Say it’s my 27th birthday for the sixth year in a row.’
He talks about the worst advice given to newlyweds (specifically us.) If we ever hand out crap advice like this out to you, smack us.
Cody the all-star football player introvert discusses prom.
I like these ones, the ones where he gets all angry and ranty about sports figures and why they shouldn’t be idolized the way they are.
I wasn’t a very good cook when Cody and I got married. Nay, I was an utterly and completely terrible cook when Cody and I got married (here’s how I turned it around.)
I would name him Benicio, snuggle his brains out and take lots of pictures of him.
Face it Cody, the Internet NEEDS me to have another cat. IT’S JUST GOOD BUSINESS.