Today, as I was driving home, I killed two birds.
They were zipping about in a little mid-air dogfight, I’m assuming a mating ritual… and they slammed right into the grill of my car as I was going 55mph down M-52.
So, I tell my family this story: “Two birds, in a mating dance, flew into my car and died!”
My son, who turns 9 on Friday, says “Well! THAT was a marriage gone wrong!”