In here life is beautiful… The girls are beautiful…

I woke up from a very strange dream yesterday: that Rush Limbaugh had come out of the closet to a not terribly positive reception. I was somehow friends with him or maybe an aide or assistant and he was a total mess, his shirt stained, his hair sticking up and dirty. He was a sad, broken man and I felt quite sorry for him.

It was such a vivid dream that I had to ask Shannon if it were true when I got up. He wasn’t sure, haha, but I realised it was because I had fallen asleep with Howard Stern in my ear.  He was talking about the republican senator that had come out of the closet recently. Brain, stop filling in the gaps!

This wing belonged to a seagull that met a terrible fate, I guess. The wing was all I could see. After being told that coyotes are on the rise and that they’re hungry, that was my first guess, but I doubt they’re taking over Dufferin Mall yet.

And they need help with conversions, it seems.

I imagine Dick Van Dyke’s voice as Bert in Mary Poppins.

(I was looking for a picture of an owl. I swear.)

No, not the one at my house or the two at Em’s. These guys live on Pape. I think there might be something wrong with the little boy’s head, it’s sort of lumpy.

His sister is cute. I think they are on their way to communion or something religey like that.