So I was packing up to go home from work last night when I get a call from my roommate Caroline. She was in our kitchen cooking and she heard some strange noises in our basement. I suggested that it could be the nearby tree branches rubbing up against our windows (they do that) and she said it was a different sound like somebody/something going about the basement. As I told her I would be home soon, Peter tells me this is what I get for being man of the house. Those words kinda felt good- I’ve never been man of the house before. Another reason why I love living with women.
So anyways I pull up to the driveway and immediately something catches my eye. There is a bird trapped in the basement- it’s trying to fly through the side door. Well that mystery was solved pretty quick. As I walked inside to tell her the news I saw that fearing for her life, Caroline braced the basement door:
A comical attempt I think as I walked outside and set the bird free.
Oh to be the man of the house.
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My house was empty, save for me and the bird, so I definitely had to be the man of the house. And despite using a broom and a bark, I feel pretty damn manly about getting that thing out alive.
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Patrick
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March 25th, 2009 at 11:47 am
Haha Bark. I hope you bark is better than your bite.
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