First of all, did you watch How I Met Your Mother last night? Excuse me, what was that ending all ABOUT?
Don’t worry, I ern’t gerna spoil anything. I’m just still so dern perplexed over the whole stupid thing! I’ve looked everywhere online for answers, closure, peace, and so far I’ve found two things: jack and WHOAAAA a bird just seriously flew right into my back door.
Not even kidding. Flew in, flapped around for what felt like the most terrifying lifetime ever, and flew right back out, just like a lone ranger on some secret mission. I wonder if it was a sign. But what would it telling me!? A new life to come? New adventures ahead? Flap my own wings and fly like the baby eagles and soar into the wonders of my soul?
Wait, what was I saying?
Guess what I just bought tickets to just right now like 5 minutes ago. Just guess. Okay fine I’ll tell you. Prairie Home Companion!
You know, the weekend radio show on NPR with Garrison Keillor and Lake Wobegon and Guy Noir and The Liiiiiiiives of the Cowboys?! Aaron and I have listened every single Sunday for a hundred billion 450 years because we’re secretly 85 years old, and we need to see it LIVE before Garrison retires. Because I feel like he’s about to retire. I just know it. I know it because there’s a little section on top of my head that recently produced coarse hair. And that ain’t right.
Just kidding, those are all the same link.
You hate me.
(p.s. this is the last day to enter to win Heather’s beautiful cookbook Generous Table!)