If I don’t start updating my blog regularly soon, I’m afraid JunglePete is going to hack into it and start posting ornithology memes.
Grappling with a rheumatological flare this week, I haven’t exactly been a high-functioning machine lately.
Today I took a shower, put an oil-based leave-in conditioner in my hair, and went back to bed for a few hours. I used half the suggested amount, yet I woke up looking like a penguin in an oil slick. I was afraid to send anyone a selfie, I was afraid someone from Greenpeace would be deployed to scrub me with Dawn.
Fortunately, the conditioner washed right out; but shampooing your hair twice in one day rather defeats the purpose of deep-conditioning, doesn’t it?
That was a boring story, wasn’t it?
Maybe letting JunglePete post bird memes isn’t such a bad idea. I liked this one a lot:
Crowley, the catbird king of my hell and his or her friend, Mr. Crazybird, have been joined by an entire flock of friends. These lunatic birds apparently have nothing better to do than have raucous conversations at 5:00. In the morning. Did you know there are two of those every day? Only one of them is happy.