Sure, let's talk about Jesus, dimwit Oh no! A shiny minivan just drove into the neighborhood and unleashed a swarm of pamphlet-carrying evangelists. Hide me, God. In other news, there is a family of starlings that lives in the eaves of the house next door, and every time I show my face outside, the male makes his imitation hawk sound. Smartass. Juniper now cries if we don't let her suck on our banana. And that isn't a dirty euphemism, I'm being quite literal. Whenever one of us is eating a banana, she will grab for it and cry until we give her some. |