I have been trying to find a Fun Friday link for y'all since I haven't done Fun Friday in a while. So far, all I have is this, which is really hilarious if you are a pervert like me. Oh, and this is dedicated to Sam, who will love this supposed interoffice notice from IBM:
On to my original intent for this post. So we ordered take-out for lunch today. The staff is sitting in the break room, munching away on subs, when Boss Lady relays this crazy story.
Her mother was walking around in a park or something in Texas. In 1968. She sees a bird on the ground. It is a Painted Bunting. She thinks to herself, "My, what a beautiful bird!" Then she realizes that it's dead.
So what does she do?
She grabs a napkin out of her purse, wraps it up and puts it back in her purse. Then she takes it home, places it into a child's shoebox, and puts it in her freezer.
It is still there.
It's been in her freezer since 1968. She has moved it from Texas to Colorado to Florida. They pack it in dry ice when they have to move it.
She has had a dead bird in her freezer since 1968. No joke. And no, I didn't ask what she plans on doing with it. I don't really want to know. I just wanted Boss Lady to change the subject.
Can you imagine walking around all day with a dead bird in your friggin' purse???
(Side note:My Dad, WLF, was into taxidermy. And he used to haul dead animals around, too. But in the back of his truck, not his pocket. And he didn't keep them for years, stored in the freezer. But that's another post.)
Can you imagine the conversations that must have taken place in her house?
"Mom, can I have a popsicle?"
"Sure, sweetie. They're right under the bird."