Windshield Wipers

I kept putting off posting because I was getting really comfortable with having a picture of my parents with sweet, little Leah Marie at the top of my blog. I really do like it there. Maybe I'll just re-post that picture with every new post. Good idea? No? Oh. Okay. Maybe not.

So the above video was just too funny to me. I got out of my car and heard a loud squeak, and lo and behold there were these windshield wipers just going at it. I didn't think it was even possible for windshield wipers to operate while the car was off. So I sneakily pulled out my phone, hoping that the owner of the vehicle was no where nearby. I did feel a tad bit on the creepy side while recording the video, but it just needed to be documented. And besides, it wouldn't be funny to tell anybody about it without them seeing it because well...I am awful at telling stories. And I mean awful. Past boyfriends have often laughed, mocked, and then banned my story telling. Is it better in a blog? Oh, no. Maybe it's worse. Oh well, it's my blog and I can say what I want without the fear of mean boyfriends criticizing my story-telling skills. So if you have any criticism, just keep it to yourself.

And while we're on the topic of windshield wipers, I killed a bird while driving home to the Big SJ on Friday afternoon. I didn't purposefully kill it. In fact, I am certain that that particular bird was a kamikaze. Fortunately, my car was harmed in no way, but unfortunately, the bird was, and then I had to clean feathers out of my windshield. It scared me so bad. I was just driving along, minding my own business, watching out for Apaches (because I just outside of Bylas), and SMACK! A giant bird (okay, it was either a small crow or a big...other sort of bird) smashed its fragile body against the glass leaving a greasy smear and a portion of feathers attached to the top of my windshield. Poor bird. I found myself actually ducking inside my car as a few birds were almost too slow to get out of the way of my car as I drove to school today. The words "Bird killer. Bird killer," kept sounding in my head as more birds nearly met the same fate as Friday's suicidal bird. Poor bird. Why is it that things attack me outside of Bylas?

What really is in that water?