My sister called from Vermont, and talking to her was entertaining, as usual, even though she talks way too much. While I was talking to her, I looked outside and saw a bird at the bird feeder. Dude jumped about 4 feet in the air and tried to climb up the metal pole (and almost succeeded), but the bird flew away. When he fell back down, it rained bird seed all around him. That was the funniest thing I've seen all day. And I filled the bird feeder this morning, but the scoop thingy was a bottomless orange juice jug without a lid, so I had to hold one end while dumping the seed into the feeder... which was about 6 feet off the ground, so even on tiptoe, I had a hard time reaching it and ended up dumping a good portion of the bird seed on myself. Well, if my dad sees the seeds scattered all over the place and wants to complain or laugh at me, he can fill the feeder next time. It's too high for me... but I'm used to things being too high for me.
"My new nickname is Adrienne."
- Katie (apparently Pop Pop keeps getting us mixed up, even though we're pretty much polar opposites)
(we were talking about John Brown for some reason)
Ade: He died a few hundred years ago.
Katie: No, he died like 200 years ago.
Ade: Yeah, that's a few.
Katie: No, that's a couple. You know, like a man and a woman, a couple.
Ade: So he died a man and a woman hundred years ago.
