Work Bird is not happy with this week’s performance. It is going to be a long weekend.
Acephalous made Work Bird. Work Bird made Acephalous write a dissertation.
Work Bird made me feel guilty for going out for ice cream. Then Work Bird made me come home. And then the ceiling fell in. No, really. The ceiling panels fell in. They hit me on the head.
Work Bird has mighty powers.
No more ice cream until I make Work Bird happy.
Please don’t hurt me, Work Bird.
(original photo credit: Jim Knight. If I could figure out WHICH Jim Knight, I’d post a link. And thank him. This Jim Knight seems pretty awesome.)
The Facebook fan page is here.
Work bird is a dick. That time and ice cream were paid for. It’s not procrastinating if it’s earned.
Work Bird needs to take a chill pill and remove the wedgie from between its tail feathers :-/
Work Bird very angry. Swooped down from sky and wreaked havoc.
Made my father drive tractor over my wheelbarrow.
Tractor 1, wheelbarrow 0.
Then made me smash glass and dish.
Very angry Work Bird. Leaves havoc in wake.
Must draw more.
Or Work Bird make me write like Rorschach speaks.
Hrm.
PS: My guilt is awesome. I have not made up any back time on the schedule, and I took a day off anyway. I couldn’t even sleep that night for shame, but that might have had something to do with getting hit on the head.
Please, Work Bird, have a little mercy on Colleen! Falling ceiling is not cool! Work Bird, she does lovely work — this should count for something!
Anyway… so the ceiling falls on you, and your father runs over your wheelbarrow! Wow! That’s weird. I’m assuming that at least you were not using the wheelbarrow when it got run over.
No. The wheelbarrow was full of bags of garden soil and plastic pots.
It was a very funny day.
Now I get a new wheelbarrow!
Er, by the way Arlene, I wrote about the ceiling falling on my head on my personal FB page on June 9. You made a donation on June 11. So, your kind ice cream money did not buy my punishment!
And yes, I really did goof off. Man, I did NOT want to be at the drawing board that day. I went to the farmer’s market and diddled around.
The ice cream there is awesome.
I’ve now had ice cream twice this week. It’s a party.
oh, okay. (don’t have FB anymore, so wasn’t aware)
My guilt is also awesome *fistbump*
I deserved that second ice cream, because I did some kick butt work in the fields, and man, after all that labor, and all that stink, and mucking through turtle sick (not kidding) I figured a little ice cream was in order.
One glimpse of berry-laden scat ought to be enough for a lifetime, but nobody knows the dribbles I’ve seen.
Oh yeah, and HAND PICKING the worms off the cabbages, and crushing them under my heel.
This has got to be the least pleasant part of my day, and I now do it EVERY day.
This organic farming thing can REALLY suck.