bird call.

I often find myself in situations, predicaments you may call them. Today was no exception.

Jami got the time wrong and we ended up in the singles ward of the Quinci’s ghost of boyfriend past. We were in a pickle, trapped on one of the building, the car was on the other side, and I was wearing my new purple Uggs that I haven’t waterproofed yet and it was raining.

The plan came together. I was to walk in the building while they climbed out the window brought the car around, if said ghost was spotted a ‘bird call’ was to be yelled.

Only I would get lost in a church.

I found my way to the car, prancing in the rain to avoid water spots. Quinci and Jami where nowhere in sight. I then danced back into the church, avoiding the desperate glances from RM’s, and I danced right into the ghost.

It’s a good thing I’m little or he would have seen me as I hunched over, hugged the wall, and jogged away whispering ‘BIRD CALL! BIRDDD CALLL!’

I ran into the bathroom yelling ‘BIRD CALLL!’ and ran into my girls. They informed me that a bird call usually means an actual bird call, not the words bird call.

We climbed out the window and ran away.

Happy Boxing Day to you all! How was your Christmas? Mine? It was spectacular, thanks for asking.