Progress

Five years ago, we woke up earlier than usual on a Sunday morning. We heard birds. The li'l bastards woke us up. So we quickly grabbed our journal filled with lyrical goodness and wrote the following:

Birds. These birds chirp outside my window. I. I wish they'd shut the f*ck up.

So this morning, as we read about more boring stuff, we heard an army of birds outside our window. Is this possible? It's still February. Spring doesn't happen for another month. But it has been warmer. Huh...

All we know is when we heard these birds, we smiled and actually said, "YAY! BIRDS!"

Then they stopped. We think the screaching birds were really the construction guys across the street unloading their sh*t. Had we realized this, we probably would have been less with the "YAY! BIRDS!" and more with the "HEY! NOISE! EASY!"

All we're saying is we've come along way in five years, is all.