I'm not writing about poop anymore, because I don't want to. If you are truly interested in advanced techniques, email me and I'll share my wealth of knowledge with you.
The last couple of nights have brought two very strange stories. I will share them with you now:
- A few days ago I got an email from a kid who has the same name as me. It was especially strange since the spelling was the exact same, and let's face it, Trey Kerby is not a common name. We exchanged emails, and eventually he told me that his real name is Robert Marion Kerby III but everyone calls him Trey. It's weird enough that our names are the same, but the fact that he shares the name Robert Marion with my maternal grandfather is downright eery.
- Today, Byrd (my bird) mysteriously escaped from his cage and was nowhere to be found for the greater part of the day. There were no feathers that could have presented clues to his whereabouts or that could have hinted to him being eaten by our cat Foo Foo. Eventually, I found him frightened and hiding underneath my dresser. I still have absolutely no idea how he could have got out of his cage.