1. Was pooped upon by a pigeon (a large one, evidently).
2. Got locked in my apartment. Had to call the super, who believed it was me, and not the lock, that was broken.
3. Realized I had been pooped upon by a pigeon when I saw myself in a mirror two hours later.
4. Bought three packs of Twizzlers. Cursed ever-present Twizzlers-bearing newsstands.
5. Got locked in my apartment again. Had to call the super, who now concedes that it is the lock, and not me, that is broken.
6. Bout #1 of angry NYC street banter, complete with furious arm-throwing.
7. Bout #2 of angry NYC street banter, complete with furious arm-throwing.
8. Weeping.
9. Twizzlers eating.
10. The feeling of Having Gotten Much Accomplished.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
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13 maids a-milking:
Yes. That sounds like a NYC week allright. Familar indeed.
Ah, city life. At least you were locked in, not out. I'm usually locked out.
Getting pooped on is really good luck! Also, Twizzlers make everything better (the are my SECOND favorite candy). I once got stuck in my apartment and had to go down the fire escape. In a skirt. With a bevy of construction workers right underneath me. FUN TIMEZ.
It sounds as though you needed Pooh to be keeping you company. He would have told you to eat less honey, however, which might not have been too useful.
Well, at least you will be LUCKY as you deal with all that crap. I'm glad about #10, xoxo
P! My mom says the same thing about getting pooped on by birds!
Another friend mentioned this bit about lucky bird pooh too. I remain hopefull. xo
I used to be deathly afraid of getting pooped on by a bird. I don't know why, but it seemed like the most embarrassing thing.
I miss the newspaper stands, but I have to admit it does make it easier to avoid eating tons of candy.
i hate getting pooped on and not knowing!! those damned pigeons!
What an exciting week you've had! Love it!
pigeon poop is terribly lucky you know. you're a lucky lady!
Please describe this "Twizzler" candy product for your international friends. Here the term conjures up a reformed turkey product, and I'm sure that can't be what you're talking about.
The pigeons have only got me twice - once in Brazil, and once in Paris. Isn't that weird, that a local bird has never yet got me? Probably they know to avoid me after I got one with the point of my umbrella. I was only joking and thought it would move out of the way. Oops.
C: Twizzlers are sort of like licorice would be, if licorice tasted like gummy strawberry chemicals. And was softer. And shinier. Voila!
http://www.hersheys.com/products/details/twizzler/index.asp
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