Birds of a Feather

It is Sunday night, and we are sitting here watching the Bears game in our media-blackout mode, which means we record it, then watch it as soon as we’re back from the lake. We avoid all live media/texts/phone calls while traveling. Officer Ginger is off tonight, so she’s curled up next to me, commenting and conversating.

Ginger: “Mom, you haven’t blogged in a while.”

Me: “Haven’t really felt a story.”

Bill: “Oh, the male hummingbirds have already migrated.”

Ginger: “What? They left the females behind?”

Me: “Yeah, and you’d think they’d be nice to each other, with all the guys gone. Going shoe shopping and getting mani-pedis. But they’re being really mean and greedy.”

Ginger: “Oh. They’re the Real Hummingbirds of Beverly Hilllbillies.”

Bill: *sigh*

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About Ginny O'Donnell

After reading a really nice obituary a few years ago, I considered what they'll write about me. "She worked all day, then went home and made supper." Except now, my husband has retired, so he makes the supper. Hm. I sound kinda lazy, but I'm always busy. You'll see. Part 2: I like my original About Me, so I'm keeping it intact. But now I, too, am footloose. Let's see what happens next, shall we? Part 3: Just to keep everything in perspective, I'm keeping parts 1 and 2 intact. Now, I am actively and happily NOT so footloose, doing my thing over at Cottage Door Press. And with it being off its training wheels, I will pick up my ginnygram pen again. Love!

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  1. Need to set up my TiVo for this new show;). Need the time when the RHOHBH airs please……..

    Hilarious!

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  2. Hmmmm. I saw at least 10 mocking birds on Sunday morning in my neighborhood. Did your male mockingbirds come to Georgia?

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