Broken bird

There is a bird in one of our front yard trees that is BROKEN.  The little bastard wakes up and starts singing about 10pm.  And keeps singing ALL NIGHT LONG.  My eye starts twitching and I start gnashing my teeth every night, and FF sits there innocently and says he can’t hear it (he’s a wee bit tone deaf on the squeakiest end of the spectrum).  GRRRRR  I don’t know why this bird makes me irrationally angry, but it does.

I keep thinking of Failure to Launch and that crazy look in Zooey Deschanel’s eyes (minus the nerdy sex of course).