Red Shoulder Hawk

Red Shoulder Hawk

Sunday, September 09, 2007


Go read my other blog if you want to know the doomedest thing ever. This blog is a little story.

It was dark when I got off the bus and walked a block to my house. I was so tired I walked past the six foot tall frenchwoman in my driveway and didn't notice her until she said hello. I went to my little side door and reached into my purse with my left hand, and tried the door with my right. It didn't open, so my hand mimed unlocking the door, even though I was still rummaging for the key at the time. Because apparently locating and infiltrating are entirely different parts of my brain with no cross-communication.

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