My bum hurts.
No, it doesn't hurt due to the mud-slinging at the Merry Rose. It hurts because this morning I attended my first spinning class, and now I am totally bum sore.
It was awesome.
Brownie points because last night I attended our very lively rapier practice, whereas my bum muscles got duly exercised, as was my core, hamstrings, biceps and triceps among other ones that are still lurking in there. So this morning's spinning session has left me wishing that my chair at work had more cushioning.
In other news, tomorrow the fine folks from Terminix will come and inspect our roof. It appears that for the past year some birds have decided to nest on the rafters, and they have been driving me bananas since.
Given that our home is of a 1950's California contemporary design, with the high vaulted ceilings and wood beams, their scratching and screeching are not exactly music to my ears early in the morning. They have been quiet during the cold season, but as soon as we have a nice day, the chirping and scratching begins and the Belfebe starts wishing that there was a way that she could throw a shoe at the darned things.
And then, there is the woodpecker . . .
We will be talking to the guys tomorrow and see if there is a humane way of doing this. No point in hurting the little guys. I just want them to take their scratching and screeching elsewhere.
And by elsewhere, I mean not my roof.
I think that I'll request that they get shipped, woodpecker and all, to the fine folks at the Merry Rose.
And then, I'll have to do is hit the delete key.
Bliss . . .