Some days just go a little awkward, you know?
Like the hot summer day over twenty years ago, when I sat by an open window repeatedly doing the a wolf whistle (the kind a man does when a pretty woman goes by), in an attempt to teach our new parakeet, Jesse, how to whistle. After Jesse’s 10 minute lesson, I stood up and noticed that just a few yards from my window, my neighbor’s shirtless husband was wiping his car dry. Apparently, he had been washing it for at least 10 minutes. Continue reading