it happened again today.
a single knock at the front door (and a beautiful, full length, plate glass it is).
i answered with a bounce in my step, and greetings in my heart.
another dead bird on the welcome mat greeted me.
what kinda person pulls a prank like that and calls themselves human?
a sicko, that’s who!
well, when i find out who this whackadoo is, by the time it's all over, they're going to wish they never knew how to count to three.
whatever that means.
well, you get the picture.