christine to the rescue!

i got up early to start a load of laundry before the gym this morning so that when i got back i could just put it in the dryer. when i returned, i found a little, scared bird trapped in the laundry room. he kept flying at the window and butting the glass with his little bird head. i opened the door, but some ass hat broke the gizmo that props the door open. the bird wouldn't fly towards the door with me standing next to it. i'm not good at solving these little problems and wished Bitter Half was there. he can fix anything with a chicken wing and a paperclip. there were some books in there so i tried wedging various sizes under the door to no avail. finally, i lugged a trash can over which is no small feat seeing how i have a little bit of an aversion to germy, disgusting receptacles. (i'm sure i appear more and more neurotic with each post.) anyhow, after some configuring on my part, i got the damn thing to hold the door open. the little bird flew right out as happy as can be. attention Al Gore: i've done my environmental good deed for the year so get off my back.