Of course, that applies to many other days besides Wednesday. Oh Oh Yes, yes, yesssssss. When the woman came home my first words were a mumbled "No Prissy" because she woke me up from a sound sleep and I thought she was messing with that beast in the middle of the night.
Later, after I finished my sleep and had a few warm up runs, I sang a beautiful Operatic version of Mr. Bird, Mr. Biiiiiiiiiird, Good Mr. Bird......good Bird. The woman admired it so much I added some body noises to the final mix. Not many birds could manage an operatic belch.
We (the woman and me me me) shared a thing called a peach. It was mushy and sweet. Not as nice as craps though.
Monday was nice-just the woman, the keets, the cat, and me, me, me. I made sure she didn't miss the dogs by barking and being a squeaky toy. With me around, who needs anyone else? That's me, the real deal.....MR. BIRD!