Sunday, March 20, 2011

Dive Bomb

I forced Matt to run errands with me today...and I paid the price.

No, Matt didn't complain. 


I got pooped on.

Let me explain.  It was a gorgeous, 70-degree spring day and we were riding around with the windows open, like so:

Then, all of the sudden, something purple, wet, and warm careens through the window, hits my shorts, and ricochets onto the passenger seat.  On further examination (I'm a doctor, so trust me, I'm distressingly well-versed in all things fecal), it was definitely bird poop.  Yuck!

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