The Curse Of The Pigeon

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The promised people showed up at the Par-Tay, there was the promised food and DJ. Good times were had by most.

But, a slight damper was put on our evening when early on we found a dead and bloodied pigeon at the very top of our steps. After debating whether it was a gift from our respective stalkers, or simply an act of drunk pigeon flying, we reminded ourselves we needed to dispose of the mangled fowl before our guests started arriving. I, being the brave albiet tortured soul that I am, threw the bird into the hedge and left the pools of blood for the guests to speculate. We could not shake the suspicion that it was an omen of parties past. Dead. No fun. Bored guests.

And while it turned out our worries were in vain, since everyone at least pretended they had fun, save Barbie, who had to dance every single dance known to mankind including the Hoedown and the Chicken dance, to amuse our guests.

So, I suppose you could say good times were had by all but Barbie's tired feet.

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

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