Friday, May 1, 2009

Good Luck?

I parked under my neighbor's tree last night and my car got strafed by birds.  Really.  There was like an effing Rorschach test on my front windshield this morning.  So I of course threw on the washer/wipers, causing some turds to pebble off and collect at the hood and the rest to smear across the windshield. So now instead of Rorschach, I've got Jackson Pollack.  Did I mention I just got the car washed two days ago?

Manic Mommy

1 comment:

shrink on the couch said...

So did you get an interpretation of the Rorschach before you turned it into Pollack? What WERE those birds trying to say to you?