Why I Live In Southern California
Saturday night. Just another typical night in my neighborhood.
Gregg calls to let me know he's parked, and is coming down the sidewalk with grocery bags, and to open the gate.
I do, and there are two people coming down the sidewalk. Gregg is walking behind an older man.
As the man comes closer, I see he has a parrot on his shoulder.
I say to the bird, "Hi, birdy!" and he says hello back, and I let Gregg in the gate.
Did you say "Hi" to the man too? Otherwise that's speciesism. Or just rude. :-p
Jim P. at September 30, 2012 7:28 AM
The old man with the parrot on his shoulder was about to walk into a bar, see, and...
By the way, the BlogAds are as follows (on my machine, anyway) this morning: Match dot Com is showing me pictures of pretty single women close to Richmond, VA. Not terribly useful since Richmond's kinda far away, and trundling down there might annoy my wife. Directly beneath that ad is a tiny blip advising the reader "How to get pregnant fast at ConceiveEasy." Even more useless, unless it's somehow connected to Match dot Com. Interesting juxtaposition, though.
Old RPM Daddy at September 30, 2012 8:50 AM
Clearly, Amy, your glass is half full (not half empty as it is for so many folks) as you see and enjoy the small things in life. cool!
Now, if only the talking bird was doing a beer-run on that tripped-out tricycle that you posted about a while back - that would be really cool!
Charles at September 30, 2012 9:46 AM
Not a knock, just a:
Why I live in Texas:
my girlfriend parks in my driveway, greets my happy and wonderful neighbors, and walks in through my unlocked garage and kitchen door, into a large home which costs less than a tiny bungalow in CA.
Which: there is much to be said for a bungalow in the beautiful and quirky state of CA. It is just that I prefer the different charms of TX.
gcotharn at September 30, 2012 10:56 AM
Why I wish I was still living in Vermont. Peace and quiet, real seasons. The summers are warm, not so hot that you feel your skin fry like bacon when you step outside.
Patrick at September 30, 2012 4:16 PM
I used to absolutly love AZ. It has no real natural disasters. All the earth quakes are under 3 and 95% of the forest fires are morons out camping.
Air out here used to be so clear morons would go for what they thought was a five minute hike with a four oz bottle of water twords a mountain 20 miles away in 120 degree heat.
I miss those days
lujlp at September 30, 2012 6:11 PM
Offtopic theme and variations.
Crid [CridComment at gmail] at September 30, 2012 8:30 PM
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