Friday evening I had the opportunity to go out with one of my friends. Her husband gallantly offered to watch my girl along with his own two girls. I was giddy with excitement. I would wear heels because what girl wouldn't want to go strolling through Hobby Lobby and Books a Million without possibly breaking an ankle?
I was also gonna wear these shoes because, by gum, they matched my jeans perfectly.So as I hike my leg up to hoist myself into the car, I hear a little voice say, "Mommy, what's that on the concrete?" I look across the empty half of the carport and wonder if perhaps an interesting pollen formation has formed. I walk around the car and find...
a poor female cardinal who had met an untimely demise at the paws of someone of the feline persuasion.
The probable perp:
What's a girl without a man in the house gonna do?