Will our hero be able to mentally teleport himself through the glass to
catch his dastardly feathered foe?
What I’ve done…I can’t really decide if it’s genius or torture. However, I stuck a bird feeder outside one of my bedroom windows and I’ve placed a little box under the window for Oliver to watch the birds eat….while dreaming of eating them. I guess.
He really seems to enjoy it. Seriously, he will sometimes spend a couple of hours sitting at this window, depending on how much action is happening out there. Nothing, and I do mean nothing, else gets his attention like that. My fickle little fella.
But he sits and he stares his death rays through the window and he flicks his tail around like he’s swatting at flies. (How southern did I just sound right there?? “Swatting at flies”…Southern and 74 years old too. Hotness.)
I had his front claws removed when he was young so this is about as close as he’ll ever get to catching any bird. Bless his little heart. But he seems to love it.
Look how straight he sits.
Shhh…He’s huntin’ buurrds….
I bought my house ( or started buying my house) 8 years ago when I was 26. It is a small-ish (less than 1300 square feet) 3 bedroom, 1 bath fixer upper. And with all the naivety of a 26-year-old first time home buyer, I walked into this new adventure thinking first of all that I had miraculously become rich as I slept that night, and secondly that I’d have a bathroom and a kitchen remodeled within the first 3 months tops. I’d also have a gorgeously landscaped lawn.
Here’s a grainy picture of me in front of my house the day I bought it.
Needless to say, the next day there was no remodeling going on. The next year….no remodeling. Strangely enough I hadn’t become rich overnight and there were these things called “bills” I was required to pay. Funny how that happens.
So for the last 8 years this is the bathroom I walk into daily.
Blue marble wall board. It’s basically paneling made to look like marble. Blue. Marble. People in the 70’s were about as delusional as I was when I got this house.
And this is my lovely matching bathtub.
Right. I was too embarrassed to show a close-up of the faucet and other hardware, but it’s somewhere around 30 – 40 years old so you can close your eyes and imagine that nastiness. You are, however, able to see the shower head that is detaching from the wall in its best attempt to end this miserable life.
Well last weekend – 8 years later! – I finally got that awful tub replaced!! Hallelujah!!!!!!!
I was so happy I took a picture of the missing tub….
…as well as its ‘remains’ at my curb awaiting trash pick-up day. RIP Ol’ Blue.
Ta daaaaaa!! This is my new, improved shower area. Love, love, love it!!
Unfortunately the lovely blue marble wall board is still in place. It is my next target. *insert evil laugh here*