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Dec. 14th, 2008 07:09 pmTonight is good. I've got Man of the Year in the player... a full stomach and..well. One head injury for this evening.
Earlier this fine evening I went out to get groceries, like a responsible adult (nevermind I forgot the ice cream for the irresponsible part of my adult) when I noticed how our random thaw had melted the snow holding the birdfeeder aloft. In a bit of a hurry I hustled off to do my groceries and get a bit of take-out for dinner.
Upon coming back, I loaded the groceries into the house and then went back out to take care of the feeder. Apparently earlier this past week when the snows hit us hard, my brother somehow managed to pull out the anchoring pipe that held the shaft of the birdfeeder pole straight up. I endevored to fix this, pulling the pole out and jamming it back down to reset the bloody anchoring pipe, since we won't be able to fix the damn anchor until spring.
Thus there was a metallic clonk on the back of my head and a suspiciously familiar bird feeding apparatus on the ground next to me. I held a pole devoid of any feeding apartus in my hand and looked at the both of the parts and decided I'd fix the damn thing in the morning with some light and a fucking helmet.
Earlier this fine evening I went out to get groceries, like a responsible adult (nevermind I forgot the ice cream for the irresponsible part of my adult) when I noticed how our random thaw had melted the snow holding the birdfeeder aloft. In a bit of a hurry I hustled off to do my groceries and get a bit of take-out for dinner.
Upon coming back, I loaded the groceries into the house and then went back out to take care of the feeder. Apparently earlier this past week when the snows hit us hard, my brother somehow managed to pull out the anchoring pipe that held the shaft of the birdfeeder pole straight up. I endevored to fix this, pulling the pole out and jamming it back down to reset the bloody anchoring pipe, since we won't be able to fix the damn anchor until spring.
Thus there was a metallic clonk on the back of my head and a suspiciously familiar bird feeding apparatus on the ground next to me. I held a pole devoid of any feeding apartus in my hand and looked at the both of the parts and decided I'd fix the damn thing in the morning with some light and a fucking helmet.
