I woke up to my alarm blaring, hit snooze, and closed my eyes again. 15 minutes later, when the alarm went off again, I woke up with a groan and went outside to check on the kids. After giving them their good morning hugs and kisses, I walked back into my room, intending to close my eyes for a few minutes and see just how close I could shave the whole getting-into-work thing, but when I climbed onto my bed, I was greeted with a bird on my pillow.
Maybe you didn't hear me.
I said there was a BIRD on my PILLOW.
You see, my window was open, but at an angle - it swings open, it doesn't slide open. I guess sometime in the 10 minutes I was out of my room, the bird must've flown into my window, and dropped onto my pillow, stunned. (I was pretty stunned, too.)
I walked out of my room and asked for a box, in a bit of a daze. He wanted to know what size box? What shape? I said I NEED a BOX. I grabbed the first one I could find, and put the bird in the box, then took it out and showed my dad and the kids. They were a little stunned, too. Of course, not that stunned - the first thing the kids asked was "Can we keep it?".
Anyways. Yeah. There was a BIRD on my PILLOW.
That's so weird.
Here's the window in question:
(I use a box to prop it open, in case you were wondering.)
I'm too tired for this.