this blog post is a follow up to my easter/cat throwing up post. for those that enjoyed that story, you are bound to enjoy this one too.
it's thursday afternoon. i am laying on the front steps of gorgas library. jane, matt, grahm, kyle, and i are having an impromptu navs get together. we are in deep conversation about how we are all neglecting schoolwork in order to enjoy the gorgeous weather when suddenly i feel something wet and goopy land perfectly on my foot. scared to look, i begin to use process of elimination to figure out what it is. is it a rain drop? no, there is not a cloud in the sky. did someone spit on me? no, no one would ever do that. it had to be... no way, that's gross... wait, yes it is indeed... bird poop. that's right, a flippin' bird crapped on me. i'm not sure what i did to mother nature to turn her against me, but it must have been bad. first the cat puke; now the bird mess... i don't even want to think about what's next!
enjoying the rain,
b
p.s. the title of this post has absolutely nothing to do with the whole poop on my foot scenario. i'm just real pumped about dave matthews... tomorrow! now that is all.
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