The Door is Squeaking

On Friday the weather here was…perfection…awesomesauce…amazing.

It was low-70’s, low humidity, light breezes and beautiful sunshine.

It was like someone ordered the perfect day from Amazon, and chose same-day delivery.

That Amazon can bring it.

Naturally, I had all the windows in the house open.  It smelled wonderful.

Hubby was relaxing, I was puttering about the house – I’m such a domestic, I actually like cleaning and laundry and stuff…I know, I’m weird.

“What’s that noise?” I heard hubby ask.

Above the din of birds (I swear there’s an Audubon ad somewhere that says, “Go to the Awesomesauciness House” and every bird within a hundred miles has read it.) and the gurgle of the fountain I couldn’t hear anything I didn’t recognize.

“What noise?” I asked.

There was a silence, and I walked into the den.  Hubby sat with head slightly cocked, listening.

‘SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAKK…AKK…AKK’

“THAT noise”, he said.

“That noise?” I asked, “that’s a bird.”

“Is it?”

“I think so.”

“I think it’s a squeaky door.”

And that’s why we spent the next few minutes test-open/closing the doors in the house, only to find out it was….a bird.

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Posted on April 13, 2015, in Maybe I'm The Only One Who Thinks This Is Funny and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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