never in a hurry

I am uncharmed by children.  Some screamy preschool-aged kids were at the next table and I was just waiting for them to leave.

We are at our favorite cafe after an ordeal at Western Union.  I'm not sure why my feathers got so ruffled.  Maybe because I was in a hurry.

Mom painted my nails purple with glitter and they're pretty.

I gotta email some people.

Mom also mended the holes in my purple shirt that I got from passing through a passage made of barbed wire.  One of those passages that cows can't get through.