The conversation I just had with my husband went like this:
ME: This is a goldfinch, right? (Showing him the photo on my laptop).
HIM: We have a stack of bird books right over there on the windowsill.
ME: But you’re sitting right there and you already know the answer.
HIM: I’m not telling you. Go get the book.
ME: Are you kidding me? You’re not telling me? I’ll just look it up online if you’re going to be like that.
HIM: Are you kidding ME? You can’t even get up and walk across the room?
ME: You can’t even say yes or no?
Realizing this could get even more ridiculous, I would like you to know that I got up off the couch, walked all the way across my living room, got that book, brought it back to my comfy, cozy seat and looked it up. I already knew it was a damn goldfinch, but I just wanted to make absolutely sure.
And I wanted to prove that I am not totally lazy.
And while I had the book open, I checked to make certain that the little woodpecker that I was posting below was exactly what I thought it was.
Downy woodpecker (female)
And I was correct.
My husband is the birder in the family and although I have learned much over the years because of him and his love for his aviary friends, when I’m posting about something, I want to make sure I’m right.
Maybe I rely on him too much at times.
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This afternoon, my office phone rang. It was one of my co-workers who had already left for the day. She told me that she’d just driven by a local florist who had a sign out front that said, “IF YOUR NAME IS KATE, COME INSIDE AND GET A FREE ROSE.”
I want to thank my co-worker (thanks, Sue) for telling me about this.
I have a pretty pink rose to show for it.
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So . . .
What are your plans for the weekend? Inquiring minds and all, you know . . .