If It's Not Cheese, It's Poop

Okay, okay, I know that isn't true or else this would be one weird world, but it seems like this kind of thing is a recurring theme, no? 

If I were to lean over, is this what's on my head?

At this point you may be wondering what I'm talking about.  Or you may know exactly what I'm talking about.  It is this...yet again, I have been pooped upon.  I know!  Can you even believe it?  This time it was a bird.  On my shoulder, and in my hair.  Yuck.  My stomach turns just thinking about it. 

Some of you may be thinking,"How can that gross her out so much?  Didn't she just put a picture of her daughter's poopie on this website?"  Yes, I did.  But it's so, so, so different!  I am not related to the bird, the bird did not grow in my womb for nine months, I did not deliver that bird into this world and nurture it for over a year.  And the bird, obviously, has no regard for me. 

I'm trying to figure out what lesson I'm supposed to be learning.  Humility?  A love for all creatures regardless of their actions?  A little perspective adjustment?  I'm sure all of those things are true.  Am I thinking about it too much?  Probably. 

I think in heaven there will be no cockroaches and other animals will know how to use a toilet. 

Won't that be wonderful?

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[Yo momma]

Be glad that elephants and cows don't fly. You need to find that bull's eye on your head. Yo diddy.