Madison and I were playing Uno when we suddenly heard a thud at the window. I knew it was a bird, so--like any brave, fearless nanny--I sent the 4-year-old to check out the situation.
"There's a bird on the step!" he reported.
Crap. That's what I was afraid of.
"Is he standing up and looking around?" I asked hopefully.
"No. He's laying there and his feet are up."
That was half an hour ago. I keep hoping that he just knocked himself out and that soon he'll wake up, but the odds of that are dwindling by the minute.
We'll just have to use the garage door all day because I am NOT removing a dead bird.
And speaking of things that you think are dead but revive themselves at the last minute--the Pistons' run for the championship. (That was either a GREAT segue or a really, really bad one.) I totally thought that once they lost at home on Sunday and had to go back to San An for the next two games that the series was basically over. I wasn't the only one; hell, the Spurs had their victory parade planned for Thursday (their at-home record HAS been pretty hard to beat). Instead, Game 7 will be held that night in Texas. I don't know if Detroit can pull off that miracle win two games in a row--but so many people were surprised by the results of last night's game that I suppose, at this point, anything's possible.