Dear Tuesday,
If by putting the dead bird in my diningroom floor is a means to scare me off? You’d best try again. I saw Bono and The Edge and Fergie and Wil I Am forty eight hours ago. In yet another twenty four hours I will be witness to Star Wars in Concert.
Just because the cats got some fresh catnip from the frontier this week, doesn’t give you license to turn them into killers.
This week is full of light and love and energy and hopefully tons of clients! I’ve got class tonight and tomorrow morning, learning new tricks of the trade! Friday is a fabulous show at the theatre and Saturday is the Ghouls Gone Wild parade then Smores&Whores party at my house!
So you see, Tuesday, one measly dead bird, feathers flying everywhere on my floor only motivates me to get out the Dyson at 7:35 in the morning rather than Facebook. It has not motivated me to jump back in the bed. It has not motivated me to ignore and retreat.
In the words of Bono:
Force Quit and Move to Trash — Re-start and Re-boot Yourself
Love & Light,
Zelda
Misti Ridiculous 
If we're looking on the bright side let's give thanks that it was completely (not just mostly!) dead.
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And at least it wasn't Big Bird, right? I mean, try to explain that to the cops.
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I'm glad Hooper leaves his kills outside where he can roll around in the funk of them. But hey! Getting the Dyson out! Thank you kitties. I'd vacuum every day if I had that vacuum.
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