Go ahead and try to find some dirt in my crib, I double dog dare you.
India has broken up with Tim. I am a funky mix of sad/glad. Kim is finally realizing Danny is nuttin but trouble, FINALLY.
Yesterday a baby bird fell out of Caremy's tree. Jeremy kept trying to put it back up and all the other birds in the vincinity skwaked bloody murder at us. The bird fell so many times. He gave up. Carey made him move it to a bush so Christian wouldn't see.
The baby bird is as good as dead w/all the racoons and cats running about. I can't stop thinking about the way it limped and looked at us pathetically, little beak ajar with fear.
It keeps harshing my mellow tonight.