I was lolling about minding my own business on Friday, January 24, trying to watch the opening segment of The View. Not because I enjoy those harpies, but because I loathe them. And I like to shout at the TV. A snow day had given me the opportunity to kick back and verbally abuse Joy and Whoopi. Then the bottom dropped out. Like a needle screeching across a 72 rpm vinyl lp, the #1 son reared his sleepy head. That boy would not shut up.
Hey! Mom. You've got to see this.
I know. I've got to see the beginning of The View.
No. Not that! THIS.
It can wait.
No. It can't.
He shoved his phone under my nose. Or so I wished. Under my nose instead of between my eyes and the television screen. That boy is persistent.
What is this?
It's a hawk.
So?
It's a hawk inside the Library of Congress.
That's very interesting. Birds get inside places all the time. Like the Basementia gym.
But this is a hawk in the Library of Congress!
How did you find this out?
Well, I was just checking the Library of Congress web site...
NERD!!!
Here's the hawk. And the ending.
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2 comments:
That is kinda cool. Tell the nerd I said thanks for those 4 seconds of amusement. :)
Mommy Ann,
I will tell him. IF I can get his nose out of the Library of Congress.
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