Those damn wild parrots are back. This is the worst part of my year, every year. You can hear them several hours before your alarm goes off. They sound like death. And i dont know if thats because their ear-piercing screeching is like someone being murdered, or just because it makes you want to kill yourself.
3 comments:
Hey Jess! This is your cousin Amanda. You made me laugh!!! This is funny stuff!!! I have never heard of these parots. Where do they come from!?!?!
I'm excited that you have a blog. I have one too. Email me at amandahoney1@hotmail.com and I can invite you to my blog!
amanda honey, the parrots come from la verne. (or i should say 5th street, since they only seem to swarm directly above our house).it is only a matter of where do they go during the rest of the year? and more importantly, why don't they stay there?
PRINCESS JESS, you are way too funny. I do feel like I know you and your family very well. I've been trying to think of ways to get adopted into your family so that I can have a front row seat! I just signed up on this blog thing today so I can start leaving comments. I will be creating a blog very soon. stay tuned
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