Tuesday, March 17, 2009
I'm having a bit of … ummm … What's that called again? … Writer's bl-- … Writer's blo-- … Oh, forget it! I don't know. Can't write. Fingers heavy on the keyboard. Can't move. Ugh.
So, I'm forcing myself to write a rambling post to try to winch the car out of the ditch. Anyone have any kitty litter? Anyone? Oh well, strap in. This will be a bumpy ride.
Let's start with today. It's St. Patty's Day! I've never understood the all-day Irish fest on the Q on St. Patrick's Day. Wouldn't it be better to have it ahead of time so that we have our lucky shamrock-covered accessories for the festivities? I know there has been harrumphing about this for years. I mean, they push Christmas all the way back to July, so it stands to reason that they could move St. Patrick's Day back a bit.
And, yes, I am wearing green today. I needed protection from my son's evil little pincers!
Mr. Queen Bea has now officially joined the ranks of the home shoppers. He always knew about the blog and he did notice that random UPS packages show up at our doorstep from time to time, but he never had much of an interest. Lately though, whenever I flip the TV over to the Q, he always asks what the dirt is on whoever's on the screen.
And then a few days ago, he made a purchase of his own. You see, Mr. Queen Bea has a touch of Spring fever. I know that it's Spring because the Cottage Farms guy shows up. With the weather being so screwy lately, there really isn't any other way to tell.
Anyway, Mr. Queen Bea decided that he wanted a tricked out bird feeder--he wanted a bath, hooks for suet and hummingbird syrup, a pot at the bottom for flowers, and a solar light. Yes, he actually requested all those things. Not my cup of tea, but if it doesn't have buttons, lights, or boobs, he's probably not interested.
Where-oh-where could one find such a Frankenstein of a bird feeder? The Q, baby! Check it out. It's got everything. Unfortunately it's also on waitlist and there weren't any reviews, but he wanted to get it regardless. I won't worry about his new-found love of home shopping unless he shows up wearing Diamonique.
I hope this writing blockage clears up soon. Maybe I need a solar panel on my head.
ETA: Crap! Crap! Crap! I just checked the bird feeder again and now it has one review and it ain't good y'all!!! And I quote, "Do NOT buy this--It is made cheap,it was bowed,warped & so light weight it would not stay standing"
Should I cancel the waitlist? This seems like the type of thing that would be very difficult and expensive to send back.