At least it was 'Birds,' not 'Psycho'
In order to appreciate the danger I put myself in to bring you these posts today, I think you should be aware that about 10 minutes ago when I was typing the previous post on my deck -- because it's 89 degrees in my house -- I was nearly killed by a low-flying, corner-cutting bird.
I felt the thing brush against my hair and I leaned way back in my chair, and then Alfred Hitchcock walked by and it all started to make sense.
I'm going to go inside now.
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Kind of unreasonable
2 comments:
I would have given anything to have witnessed that one! Kind of reminds me of the old bat in the house days.
I HATE it when Hitchcook walks through my life. It can be SO disorienting! And with today being Mother's Day, I would particularly prefer to avoid one of his visits!
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