An old friend of mine has started a blog with her mom and sister - its fun and interesting - I recommend you check it out...
Some of you may know her, or have heard me talk about her. My friends are like gold to me, and I'll do anything for them. Even tout their blog on mine! But if you stop reading mine, you're all in trouble.
This weekend my family is traveling to Atlanta, or as some may call it HOTlanta for the weekend. My sister is turning the big 3-0 this year and we decided to make a big deal of it. In the spirit of NouveauPoor, we chose Atlanta because it was cheap, and none of us had been there. Not entirely true, I have been to the Atlanta airport more times than I can count. Look forward to some exciting updates on the trip next week!
I apologize, this has been a less than exciting week but I do have a quick story to recount:
About an hour ago our receptionist, knowing me quite well, comes into my office:
"Uh, Kara, someone is here to see you" she meekly states.
Now she is not a meek person, so I was already concerned.
"What is that look for?" I ask.
"He's from Plunkett's Kara". And chills race down my spine.
Mice you may wonder? Bugs? I don't like either of those things, but this was much worse. I could tell. And I was right.
Birds. He was there to inform me that I had a Pigeon problem which he wanted to take care of. A lump formed in my throat. Sweat beaded up on my forehead. My spine began to feel as though it was swelling to twice it's size.
"Pigeons you say sir?"
"Yes, pigeons..." and he goes on to say something about the droppings...and at this point I may have passed out, or blacked out, the next thing I remember is telling him to get them away.
Have I mentioned I hate birds?