Denver has a little issue with geese. It's gross. Poop all over the place . . . in the park, on the sidewalks, in the roads. If that were people poo, everyone would be all up in arms about toxins polluting our fair city, but since it's goose dump no one seems to be heading for the hills anytime soon. Can someone please explain that to me? When I want to spend an afternoon laying in the park reading a book, I don't want to have to sashay around the piles of waste in order to enjoy myself. I guess I'll just have to continue to double-up my blanket . . . then double-wash it when I get home.
This morning I almost got in a little fender bender thanks to our friendly little waddlers. Turning in an intersection, I had to slam on my breaks in response to the four cars in front of me allowing a happy little goose couple to cross the street. Those little jerks . . . just roaming free like they own the world. Obviously I'm jealous. Can you imagine waking up every morning as a goose? No? Well, try. {Rise and shine in some random pond, eat some catniss and maybe some tadpoles (geese are carnivorous . . . sort of), then waddle around for awhile in a park, take a nap, eat some apple cores, cruise around another pond . . . on and on.} But the whole geese-crossing-the-street deal is really starting to get old. Never would I say 'go ahead and hit them,' but I think something should be done . . . not like I have an idea of what that would/could even entail. Time will tell? It always does.
In other news . . . running this morning I decided that this is one of my latest and greatest obsessions:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cuZo7pLnL7c
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