I just went to the post office, and they still haven't fixed the entry way that someone drove a car into- there's two gaping holes where windows should be. Anyway, as I was leaving, something hit me in the head. Not as hard as a rock, not as small as a June bug. And of course it got stuck in my hair.
I kinda freaked out and didn't want to touch it but also didn't want whatever it was to die of hair entanglement...so I grabbed hold of it and ta-da! There was a little yellow bird perched in my underwear <----Ok, SERIOUSLY AUTOCORRECT?! In my HAND. A bird in my HAND.
The heck with it, I can't even finish my story now.