Drive By

I was pooped on by a bird. While in a car. DRIVING down the road. Yup, that's right. I was a victim of a drive by pooping. Kevin had a convertable car when we got married, I won't tell you the model of car because it was not very manly and I don't want to tarnish his very masculine image. ANYway, we had gone to Medford to shop for the day, and on the way out of town had decided to take the old highway home. It was a beautiful early summer day so we had the top down. We were driving along, minding our own business when all of a sudden BAM!!! something landed in my hair. I started screaming "There's a bug in my hair!! Get it out, GET IT OUT!" He just laughed. I didn't want to keep the little bugger on my head, so I reached up and felt around only to discover something wet. I knew. It was poop. "STOP THE CAR!!! There is bird poop in my hair!!" "WHAT?" was his reply,"is it on the seat? IT WILL RUIN THE LEATHER!" Let's just say the rest of the ride was.........quiet.