by singerchick~ Our Labor Day weekend was pretty good. The first part of the weekend, we spent at the beach with my parents. For the most part the time there was relaxing and enjoyable. There was just one mishap. And let me tell you it was a huge mishap. Come to think of it, a horrible nightmare. One I will never (if I can at all help it) experience again. No, social and I did not throw down in the middle of Ross. But it was equally bad, just in a different way.
We were all out on the beach enjoying the beautiful day when my husband, the father of my children, the one who promised to love and cherish me all the days of my life, dumped a bag of cheetos on the ground. Well, if you've ever been to the beach you know what happened next. Literally hundreds (well maybe not hundreds but a lot) of birds flocked over to where we were to fight for a snack. A cheesy, greasy snack. They were not afraid of us. They only cared about getting at those cheetos.
My mom is terrified of birds, and that's the understatement of the century, so she was freaking out. I was just kind of standing there, sort of laughing and trying to get out of their way. That's when things went from a little bad to horrible. I felt a big bump on my head and thought one of them had swooped down and hit me in the head. So I did what any ordinary person would do when thought she just got hit in the head. I reached up to rub my head.
What I found was worse than any baby diaper I've ever changed. It was bird poo! Cheeto bird poo no less! I screamed, freaked out and asked for someone to help me. What I got was my family laughing and pointing as if to say, "Who is that crazy lady running around who doesn't know how to get bird poo out of her hair?"
It may be a little bit true that "the only guy a girl can depend on is her daddy." (What movie is that from?) Because in the end my daddy was willing to help me out when all Mr. Singer could do was be mad at me for acting like a child. Excuse me, I think I was validated this once. :-)
So I did put on my big girl panties and go up to the showers to wash "it" out of my hair. When I returned I was met by a random guy who said, "How did that work out for you?"
I was mortified!
...ringing the buzzer..."what is Greese"
Hm...I bet you'll never think of Cheetos in the same way.
Posted by: Jessica W. | September 11, 2009 at 09:36 AM
ring it again Jessica, its "Grease".... and that is tooo funny singer
Posted by: bossychick | September 11, 2009 at 11:22 AM
Totally validated in your reaction to this event. Mr. Singerchick is WRONG.
Posted by: sassychick | September 11, 2009 at 11:26 AM
Okay the visual of this is hilarious. I am sorry it happened to you though!
Posted by: plannerchick | September 11, 2009 at 11:29 AM
sorry but that gave me a good laugh. I just picture it!
Posted by: babychick | September 11, 2009 at 12:01 PM
This will be one of those mishaps you will look back at and laugh. So sorry it happened to you and next time let the birds hit Mr Singer instead. Glad it worked out okay for you. How about your mom? Has she recovered.
Posted by: Susan | September 11, 2009 at 07:18 PM
Okay so I can't spell...what else is new.
Posted by: Jessica W. | September 11, 2009 at 09:51 PM
I tried sooooo hard not to laugh, but I did not succeed.
Posted by: photochick | September 12, 2009 at 12:31 AM
oh no! I would have been like your momma and freaking out! Poor thing but that is the funniest thing ever
Posted by: kelly | September 14, 2009 at 12:08 PM