I woke up too early – let’s blame TW. And birds. But not RJ’s bird, surprisingly.
The prairie dogs also woke up too early. Well one woke up too early, Pebbles. And she has banged on her cage ALL. DAY. LONG.
We have to leave the house at some horrible hour in order to get to the Noyes Cultural Center to see Elly and the other Circus Freaks perform The Princess Bride. TW says we have to get there an hour early to avoid the fist fights in the lobby. I do not understand this. Fist fights in the lobby? For circus freak?
This was not the post I was going to write today. But. See above.
Instead – go read about nesting and the patriarchy.
Oh. You should also go read my review of A Jane Austen Education – speaking of patriarchy and headaches and but not nesting – Jane Austen wasn’t really a very good nester, was she?