Alright, so yesterday I woke up at 3:30pm cause I had to get my truck from the garage which closes at 4.  The whole 3 minute walk across town I'm just smiling and thinking 'WOW, this is such a beautiful day, sunny, warm, birds are out...' and I'm just in a great mood.  I'm feeling so good that the bill from the shop doesn't even faze me.  So now I have my truck and I realize I'm not normally up until 6pm for work so I'm going to hit the market and get some fresh eggs vegetable and stuff and make myself a nice full breakfast with a side of breakfast.  I get home, cook up all the food and have my feast.  I just finish eating when my phone rings and it's my parents just calling to say hello and chat and tell me about the family and how everyone is doing.  Now by this time it's 5:30 so then I decide to start casually getting ready for work and that I'm going to shave with my fusion instead of the electric.

So there I am in the bathroom shaving, I've got Styx (laugh all you want!) playing on the stereo and I'm just feeling like a million dollars.  So there I am shaving and I've done the top and sides and I'm just working on the back, still taking my time casually going through things since it's still early, when I go to do the last strip right in the middle at the back of my head.  I just put the razor to it and start to go up the back when all of a sudden there is a loud THWAP followed by something crashing through my bathroom window!  I jump back to see this bird laying there dead at my feet!

So now I'm a little bit upset for the bird and my bathroom window.  I clean up the mess, quickly tape some plastic over the window and go to jump in the shower and as soon as the water hit my head I started yelling and screaming every bit of profanity I know in English French and Spanish at the top of my lungs!  I immediately jump out and grab the towel to my head and as I pull it away, I notice that it's all covered in blood.  I go over to the mirror and look to see that yeah, you've guessed it, there is a large chunk gone out of the back of my head, right smack dab in the middle the size of a bottle cap from the razor when the bird scared the crap out of me.

Needless to say, I was no longer in a good mood.  So now I've got a large band-aid that is impossible to hide right in the middle of the back of my head. 

fortin:  1st of all...sorry 2 hear 'bout the cut.  i hope U heal quickly.  on a side note... i luv styx.  one question though... where did U dispose the dead bird? 

WARHAWK

Hate that happened to you man, but you gotta laugh a little.  Things happen.  Isn't there an old wives tale about a bird in your house?  Can't remember.....anybody else ever heard of that.  It's supposed to be an omen or something.

Hope you heal up real soon!

FORTIN BUDDY....thats when you should have put on some WHAM!  Got to have Faith! LOL

Timmay

Sorry to hear of your good day that just got worse: hate it when i cut the noggin.   

Just curious to know though: what type of bird was it that it was able to break your window?

Yeah, it didn't get any better at work either, I mean, nothing bad happened, but it wasn't a great shift.

Well, I don't know what kind of bird it was, but it was just a bit smaller than a red-ringed black bird.  The thing is the house is more than 100 years old, and the windows are probably around 60 to 70...  So it really wouldn't take much to break them.  Last summer I cracked one bad just by hitting it with the fly swatter. 

must have been  some damn big Flies there fortin..lol

  not the flies, I hit it with the fly SWATTER!