insights into the inner workings of a kit
This morning the cats were hanging about staring lustfully at my cereal bowl and its milk, and I said, “You two are vultures,” to them. I was then reminded of how, when I was a child and sulking, my mother would say to me, “If keep sticking your lip out any farther, a condor is going to come sit on it.”
This annoyed the holy living bejeezus out of me. Not because I wanted to sulk (though that was part of why it annoyed me, of course), but because I knew perfectly well that 1. condors lived in California, and more importantly, 2. there were only about EIGHT OF THEM LEFT IN THE WORLD, and there was *no way* one of those eight was going to come sit on *my* lip. In Alaska. Thousands of miles away.
Now, if she’d said a bald eagle… :)
My family always told me a little birdie would come POOP on my lip. This annoyed me to no end as even when I was four this struck me as an amazingly stupid thing to say. Birds have better things to do, lol.