I interrupt this pause in blogging (due to Computer Issues) to bring you this ridiculous scenario: bird hunting in my own house.
Yes, a bird flew into the house, and I spotted it while my mom was in the shower. Who got it out of the house?
I’d like to think that the plastic owl and menacing youtube owl noises helped my cause, but I think in the end, blocking off a small chunk of the house and opening up the front door was the best plan of [team] action.
Also in today’s news, major congratulations to Matt, who absolutely killed it at State today. (Kayte, I don’t know about you, but that 400 free relay took about 5 years off my life.)