it walked on my pillow

This is how the day went:


I came back from the conference on Friday, so Saturday I spent with Anthony. We went to Fudruckers for lunch, because we constantly pass it on our way from here to there. It turns out that Fudruckers is awesome!! The condiments were all fresh and you get to pick exactly what you want! I hate tomatoes, but I was able to get pico de gallo!! AWESOME. Oh yeah, and I can get sweet potato fries there! 





Last weekend, we were hanging out at the different pet stores around town, and we debated getting some birds. We decided to wait a week and rethink that topic, since I tend to be pretty rash sometimes. Anthony and I decided to find the perfect bird cage from an antique store, and if we found the perfect one... then that would be our deciding factor.


WELL, in the parking lot of one of the antique stores, I found a smooshed bird right where I was going to step to get out of the car. It was a sign! I had to save the birds! 





Anyway, so yesterday, we decided to go to Ozark to go antiquing. We literally looked through ten antique stores last weekend, and the cages were either too small, too expensive, too ugly, or they weren't even functional. I had pretty much given up on finding a spacious, pretty cage. 


(We go sidetracked, as we often do. Look at this gorgeous book room!!!!)





I made one last suggestion to try out The Feathered Nest, even though everything in that store is incredibly pricey. We made our way to the basement which smelled super(super) funky, and I found this epic cage:





That was the last sign. We headed back to the pet store from last week and picked out our birds, Atticus and Imre (pronounced, Immree).  Atticus is the white one, and Imre is the green one. :) :) :)





"You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view- until you climb into his skin and walk around in it." 
- Atticus Finch, by Harper Lee

"This is why there are so few musicians. A lot of folks can sing or saw out a tune on a fiddle. A music box can play a song flawlessly, again and again. But knowing the notes isn’t enough. You have to know how to play them.”

‎”A poet is a musician who can’t sing.Words have to find a man’s mind before they can touch his heart, and some men’s minds are woeful small targets. Music touches their hearts directly no matter how small or stubborn the mind of the man who listens.”

- Patrick Rothfuss

(The setting is in the town of Imre.)

We are hoping to get the parakeets comfortable enough to play with us. They've already hopped on to Anthony's finger! I've been playing Mozart for them, mostly. :)


I have got to get my reflexes under control, because any time I'm trying to touch them and they decide to move AT ALL, I freak out. I have a bruise on my nose and scratches on my arm from flailing inside the cage and bashing my nose. The birds didn't do it-- no, I did it to myself. I'm so cool.





In other news, I jokingly told Ant that I would play WoW with him... and then I ended up following through. I LOVE IT!!!! Ohmylanta I am in big trouble. Hello, time waster... 

Also, I dyed my hair redish again... Whoop!

 I hope that you all have had a great weekend! Happy FALL!!