Today I have deheathenated, had N.O.L. and somewhat defilthyfied da cave. Go me. It’s turned into a rainy Sunday afternoon so defilthyfication seemed to be the thing to do. I should do some ironin’ but ain’t happenin’ cause I don’t wanna.
Yay for the good house appraisal Sari! Oh and what MOOOOOOM said. She’s even volunteered to help you with the downspout fix. That’s how I read it.
Back from deheathenizing. Neither of us slept well last night (I’m having problems with arm pain, thinking I need to replace my pillow), and the cat’s still annoyed about dinner guests last night and getting more attention from all humans than she wanted, so about the only household member who doesn’t have the grumpies is the bird. She’s pretty consistent, really. Not much bothers my favorite featherhead. Even moving was no big deal for her. She just looked around and said to herself “here are my humans and my cat, this must be home, it’s all good”.
She can get vocal when she wants to, but is usually pretty quiet. So far as I know anything about hookbill birds (parrots, parakeets, budgies, etc.), they’re a lot noisier than she is.