Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Confession Of A Murderess...

I'm pretty sure I'm a murderer. I'm almost certain of it. Today, the love of my life went to work really early, like he normally does. I got up at 7AM, got dressed and went to the grocery store--to buy food--being as we had NONE.

I hurried so I could beat *him* home--I knew he was coming back by the house for coffee and breakfast. I fed him well and sent him on his way. Then I snuck out of the house and away from my wifely chores to hang out with a girl friend all day.

I got home just in time to clean this, clean that, fold this and put that away. Then I remembered: I hadn't fed or watered the parrots today. Or uncovered them.

Yeah. Apparently they didn't appreciate my neglect. They are dead. And it's all my fault. I felt so sick to my stomach (still do). I covered them back up IMMEDIATELY. As soon as I saw them laying on the floor of their cage. And I don't want to be near them. *He* won't be here for another hour or so. I had to tell him over the phone. I don't like giving him bad news.

Yesterday we had such a good day. He was off. I was off (still jobless). We had no children to listen to, entertain... we concentrated on each other. And now...today.
I sure know how to ruin a mood huh? I feel a beer in my future--but I'm trapped in my bedroom--held hostage by the dead bodies of George and Mandy.

Hopefully they are screeching their heads off in parrot heaven. With toys to play with, Cheetos to nibble and a few sips of stolen wine. And I hope *he* doesn't hold me too responsible. It wasn't like it was premeditated. Tho, I did threaten Mandy with a nice BBQing a few times when she tied to bite me. I guess I won't be getting that orange kitten I asked for, for Christmas... sigh.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

That is strange! One day without food will not kill them. Pet stores go for a few days and their birds are fine.

One Salient Oversight said...

It does sound strange. Forgetting to uncover and feed and water birds for just ONE day will NOT result in them dying suddenly.

Anonymous said...

yeah, yeah, yeah, but blaming myself feels so "right". We suspect they might have been fed something "not right" by one of 7 kids here this past weekend. Or so *he* says to make me feel better. He promises to take my mind off it tonight... I'm hoping he meant something besides watching 'O brother where art tho?'...

One Salient Oversight said...

I'm hoping he meant something besides watching 'O brother where art tho?'...

I hope not. What could possibly be better than watching one of the Cohen Brother's better films?

Well, possibly "The Big Lebowski".

In the meantime, you might consider putting the dead parrots to good use. Hungry?

Trixie said...

Oh nooooo!

How horrid for you.

I feel that dread everytime the kids go away for the weekend and I'm left feeding the hamsters. They've gone a couple of days with me forgeting, and I go searching in their cages to make sure they are still alive before the kids come home. We've gone through 3 hamsters in about 6 months (1 killed from a kid - not mine - 1 killed from another hamster - 1 died from the flu) when these ones die, that's it!

Anonymous said...

OK, OSO: you were right, the movie was great. It did take my mind off of it all.

I'm confident that *he* isn't mad at me, or blaming me for the misfortune of said birds. But he did leave the area of their cage unvacuumed...my sentence? To clean up the mess? Ah well.

Being as the birds cost about $1200(together)...there will be no replacements. And my house is strangely, but soothingly quiet. No "GRACE!!" or "GOODNIGHT, WIMPY!!" being screamed all day long. Sorta sad. In a quiet sorta way...

Martie

PS: SQ, Trix: Thank you girls. Alot.

Anonymous said...

I am in total agreement - one day won't do it. And apparently "he" does too. I would feel horrible as well but now it is NOT your fault. With 8 kids your house won't be strangely (or not so strangely) quiet. I hope you feel better today.

xoxo vic