From above
Yesterday, as my birthday present to C, we went to a park with C’s son and had a family photo shoot. As we were walking over to the photographer, I felt something hit my head. As it turns out, I had been pooped upon. Some bird shat on my hair and sweater and purse. Luckily, it was on the back side of me, not the front, so we won’t have pictures featuring bird poo. Good times.
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