A Spring Morning

I woke up this morning and walked into the kitchen. I had a perfect moment with Spring! Sun beams were desperately trying to shine through the closed shades and onto the floor. I opened the blinds and the sun danced all over the room. With the windows open, I could hear birds singing their morning songs. A sweet after-a-rain-shower-smell blew into the room. Ahhh... spring is great!

And that is what I was thinking at 8:30 this morning...

Let's move ahead to 9:30am, shall we?

I went for a run around the lil ol' town I live in. (And as we all know, my run means a slow shuffle. Just clarification. I want you to have an accurate picture.) So as I am shuffling with red pounding face up the sidewalk under sweet blossoming trees, I think, "running isn't all that bad on a fresh, spring morning." I look up and see a couple of birds fluttering around a few paces in front of me. And I think again, "Yes, spring makes a grueling exercise pleasant." And when that thought was finished I noticed my shorts were kinda sticking to my leg. I give a slight tug to my shorts and felt something yucky on them. I look down and notice...

BIRD POOP. Yes, the sweet, innocent bird that was fluttering around POOPED ON ME.

I had to laugh... but really? Gross. When I got back home I discovered that the poop wasn't just on my shorts, it had gone through them and it was on my leg too. Again, gross. All those wonderful thoughts of spring I had an hour before... tainted by a happy, oblivious bird. So much for beautiful sunshiney mornings with birds singing and fresh blossoms filling the air with sweet smells...spring shming.

So I must say, that spring was my thing at 8:30 this morning... but since my bird experience, I have been wondering... (sigh) well, I guess it's still pretty great, despite spring pooping on me. :)