Last week, I saw a pigeon cross the street. This may not seem like an amazing event to most of you, but the fowl was truly one remarkable (and maybe even non-dumb) bird. It never once flapped its wings, panicked, or went around in circles. The damn thing actually used the crosswalk, hoofed it across in a straight line, and calmly went about its pigeon pecking business on the other side of the road. It was a true pedestrian pigeon.
Though my Midwestern ways may always smell of corn, soy, and Nascar to those who were born and raised in large cities on the coasts, I maintain that with training, it is possible for even me to actually seem chic on occasion. And so it was that on Tuesday, I managed to eat noodles with chopsticks, without embarrassing myself or creating a large mess.
I have decided to declare the remaining afternoon "Anne, Clean Up Your Room Day." It has gotten to the point where I have to become a meteorologist to safely navigate this 13x13 square, by forecasting the appearance of miniature Bermuda Triangles and creating damage estimates for the aftereffects of Hurricane Mess.
Though my Midwestern ways may always smell of corn, soy, and Nascar to those who were born and raised in large cities on the coasts, I maintain that with training, it is possible for even me to actually seem chic on occasion. And so it was that on Tuesday, I managed to eat noodles with chopsticks, without embarrassing myself or creating a large mess.
I have decided to declare the remaining afternoon "Anne, Clean Up Your Room Day." It has gotten to the point where I have to become a meteorologist to safely navigate this 13x13 square, by forecasting the appearance of miniature Bermuda Triangles and creating damage estimates for the aftereffects of Hurricane Mess.
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