It Snowed... but not enough...

It started to snow last night, and it only snowed enough to be annoying.  I want that snowstorm that dumps twenty feet... eh...

So I keep thinking about the dreams I've been having.  My dreams have always been odd... sadly, I had none last night that were worth remembering.  Oh well.

When I was little, or about 15, we had all these birds.  In fact, one day, a bird just flew into our house.  And of all birds, it had to be a conure... oh, how I hated conures...  Well, this bird flew into our house one day, and would just sit on the ceiling fan.  and then one day, it started to follow my brother everywhere.  If you got near my brother, it would puff up and attack you.  I laughed that it was always on him.  He would walk through the front door and down the damn thing would swoop and land on his head.

At one point, it seemed to get tired of my brother and started following me.  Oh, it was no longer funny.  I hated that damned bird, and it would never leave me alone.  I had to trick it to get into my room and shut the door to be alone from the bird.  It would wait outside for a while, and then return to the fan.  But when my door opened, the damn bird would be flying down the hall towards me!  If I tried to pet my cat, it would attack the cat.  It was a torture the likes I pray I never have to endure again.

And then one day, it was over!  The bird started following the mini beagle named Sissy...

Oh, how I hate conures...