Finding myself with some wonderful free time this morning, I decided a pedicure might be in order.  I’m seeing the doctor about my foot later in the week and would like to have presentable toes this time.  If you recall, last time I only had polish on one foot.  Yeah, classy, huh.  Anyway, I happened to notice on my bottle of nail polish remover, a little red logo proclaiming “Contains Bitrex” and underneath it says “Ingestion Deterrent.”  Well, I’m thinking a coupla’ things, not the least of which is why in the HELL would you need to ADD anything to a bottle of acetone-based  pungent chemicals that are strong enough to dissolve hardened lacquer to keep someone from drinking the stuff??? And the other thing I’m  thinking is how damn bad must Bitrex taste to make nail polish remover taste even WORSE???

I’ll let you ponder that for a moment while I’m enjoying listening to PD bust a gut, laughing at a bird…

Last night after the Penguins game, (which I kind of watched actually even- mostly because I didn’t want to feel left out and because my beloved neighbor, Crazy Harold went to all the trouble to carry his TV out onto his patio because it was a beautiful evening and all the neighbors were all hyped up for the game.) we had a fire and cooked out and sat around and laughed until the wee hours of the morning.  When we do this, more often than not, the embers from the fire are still quite hot the following morning, which would be today.  Just now, as PD and I were enjoying our coffees on the porch and I was over at Mark’s reading and commenting, PD started howling and sputtering coffee all over creation.  When he calmed down enough to speak intelligibly, he said that a bird had evidently had his eye on a tasty-looking morsel and had lit on the white ash pile, only to immediately do a sprawling back flip, not once but twice, and high-tail it out of there in a major rush. (Okay, those were my words, not his, but that’s what he meant to say…) It must have looked like a scene out of a cartoon, only the bird wasn’t screaming and his eyes weren’t bugging out amidst a cloud of feathers and smoke.  But it was worth a good laugh, mostly for PD but his laugh was contagious so I got a good second-hand laugh myself.

I’m sure it was funnier yet to him in light of the fact that he was totally irritated on a quiet Sunday morning, (earlier today) having to dismantle our downspouting on the back corner of the house to free a trapped starling that’s been terrorizing him all week.  (You remember awhile back when PD had that vendetta against the squirrel who took up residence in the walls of our house?  For weeks he was a madman, hellbent and bleary-eyed on capturing that varmint who woke him up all hours of the night, scratching and scrambling and gawd-knows-what-else inside the bedroom wall, a few feet from PD’s sleeping head. I still have images of him, in true Elmer Fudd-form, crouched with a BB gun, waiting for the squirrel to emerge from his mystery entrance/exit in and out of our attic…) The damn starlings had built a nest in the eaves above the bedroom window and once again, PD has had to endure chirping and rustling noises interrupting his slumber.  I’m sure it seems to him that the forces of nature are (once again) conspiring against him and his need for shut-eye.  Last night when we discovered the bird in the spouting, he hauled out the garden hose and was trying to drown flush out the bird by aiming the hose at the top of the gutter, hoping it would encourage the bird to I-don’t-know-what, I was kind of busy trying to enjoy myself.

I’m not sure if I’ve completed the story or not, this post has gotten ahead of me.  Let me know if I’ve left out any important details needed to make this all make sense.

May you all have a safe and enjoyable Memorial Day weekend and be sure to take some time to remember all those who have given the ultimate gift so that you and I can enjoy our freedom.

(Note: Certain aspects of this post have been “embellished” for effect.  My husband is neither psychotic nor homicidal.  Nor does he wish to have animal/fowl activists protesting and camped out on our front lawn.)


  1. Why do we need to add anything to already pungent chemicals? Because people are stupid!
    Have you ever seen those little packets of “dessicant” in boxes of things that need to remain moisture free? They have “Do not eat” written all over them. As if we should need to be told that. And yet, I’m sure it’s because some genius decided that it would make a great snack.

    It’s terrible that nature seems to be conspiring against PD. But I’m sure he’ll overcome.

    Have a great Memorial Day!

    In the event that this post does draw the eyre and attention of animal/fowl activists, let me know when they start to camp out on the lawn. I could use a little more target practice….

  2. That bird scene would have been funny. I made some good recordings of birds (and Benjamin banter, of course) while walking to the park with the boy this morning. Maybe one of them has had a similar case of hot foot.

    Glad you dropped by and spent some time over at my site. The comments section has slowed down quite a bit over there lately. I think Facebook is killing blogs. Yet I keep using it.

  3. I’m sure PD was amused GREATLY by the stupidity of the foul committed by the fowl. I would have LOVED to have seen it!

  4. M+: Really. Just recently I was reminded that all the crap we put on and in our bodies must be filtered through our poor kidneys and I keep thinking about that.
    Oh yeah, PD is a persistent kinda guy. I smelled a bad smell earlier and he investigated and found a nest of rotting birdie carcasses… Ewwww. So he’s gaining ground, anyway.
    Sorry but I’m not inviting you here for target practice. Not on people, anyway.

    Mark: I’ll check to see if you post those. I really enjoyed my visit, thanks for having me.
    I hate to think of bloggers jumping ship for ANY reason, they make the world go round! But FB and Twitter are awfully handy when you’re pressed for time. Kind of like a Reader’s Digest in the bathroom.

    Hazel: I kinda had a feeling you’d appreciate the anti-birdness of this post. I’m kind of on the fence about the creatures (no pun intended) but I know you and PD harbor a mutual disgust for the things. Foul/fowl, lol

  5. Oh, please! They’re activists. It’s not like they’re REAL people. And they’re more than likely vegetarians, which means they’re edible!

  6. I think the animals ARE after your husband. Wasn’t there a movie like that?

    I have a retired neighbor that has made capturing and killing (I don’t ask) moles his new life’s work. Last year, he had a summer long vendetta against a family of skunks. Sad, and boring I think.

    I wanted to comment on your last post forever. I have a very funny Mickey Gilley story from when we lived in Houston. But it is long, and I have lost steam for it now. Just take my word for it, you brought back a hysterical memory for me.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s