So I just took a break from working to go grab my lunch from where it was cooling in the kitchen, and what do I see sitting on the bench? A fucking starling, just hanging out like it paid rent instead of me.
So I start moving towards it to chase it away, and the damn thing starts crapping everywhere as it flies into the windows. I also notice (far too late for my poor feet) that it’s left a whole bunch of “presents” on the kitchen floor. So I head out to the laundry to grab a rag to start cleaning up, and when I come back the little fucker’s flown out the back door, leaving another few streaks on the way.
Fifteen minutes later, I’ve only just finished decontaminating the kitchen. I only hope it didn’t get into my chicken enchiladas, because that’d be all kinds of wrong for everyone involved.
“I spent like a month making this ring for Vicki when I was in Maine filming, because I wanted to propose. So, when she came down I had this ring ready and did this really over the top picnic and asked her and she was like, “Wait. We’ve been together 10 years? I thought it was nine,” so I was like, what… was that a yes or a no? And it’s ten. So I asked again and she went, “Well… I suppose,” which was pretty big let down. The next night, however, it turns out that she’d been making me a ring too. She slipped it onto my finger and when I looked it, it had nine holes in. So not only did I beat her to the punch by a day, she had also forgot that we’d been together for ten years.”— Misha Collins - Asylum 7. (via father—christopher)