when a good bird goes bad...

I still have one naughty habit from my youth & it has come back to haunt me. you see I have a favorite word that I like to throw around. a word that my mom & I both hoped I would grow out of as the years past. growing up it was the only word that I could never say, a word so bad even my mom would cringe when it was used in unnecessary context. it was a little word I picked up from Ricky Crow in the second grade. this word is better known as "the biggie" & as anyone who knows me will tell you, in the comfort of my own home, I like to toss it around. well today it has come back to haunt me...... after dropping a bottle & then dropping the f-bomb I heard an echo. at first I tried to deny it. I wanted to believe it was the voices in my head talking but, after the third time it became fairly apparent it wasn't. awww f**k f**k f**k echoed thru the kitchen. burrr f**k. panic came over me as I looked up into the eyes of my green wing macaw. yes, my beautiful bird now has a fowl (pun intended) mouth.

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