First and foremost allow me to state that the corpses in the closet are not human. But yes, there are indeed corpses in my closet. Not old forgotten shoes or dresses I haven’t worn in decades, but those of my most feared enemies…birds. Yes, I’ll admit it. Birds freak me out. Almost as much as gargoyles. Fortunately there are not gargoyles in my closet.
Somehow these vile feathered creatures made a nest in the wall of our house and my closet happens to be located on that particular outside wall. They’ve been chirpin’ it up in there and having parties with all of their friends for at least week. My poor miniature pinscher has spent hours (literally, hours) of her life standing in there staring at the wall behind my shoes. Well, finally the chirping stopped. Did they leave? No, of course not. Apparently they carried out some sort of avian suicide pact in my wall. And now I don’t hear them, I smell them. Oh yeah. It’s awesome. I’m currently trying to figure out what to do with all of my clothes until the smell dissipates because who wants to be around the girl who smells like dead birds?
So, my good friend Maricel over at My Closet Catalogue chose me for a Very Inspiring Blogger Award. I just love her! Her wit and sense of humor crack me up on a daily basis. It’s probably best we live on opposite sides of the country because we have discovered that we have several of the same/similar items of clothing and if we taught in the same school there just might be a fashion smack down on a regular basis!
