I'm still here. Just nothing all that interesting has happened.

Well, I did get bitten by a bird. The other day, I was helping Island Girl change into some shorts. All of the sudden something flew into the room. It sounded like a bird, so I wasn't too worried, but I thought Oh, if that's a bat I hope this isn't going to be a regular occurance.

"What the hell was that!" yelled Island Girl. She doesn't really yell, she more raises her voice in the tradition of the English Ladies who were her father's ancestors.

"I believe one of the birds has gotten out of the cage." I answered, peering out the bedroom door at the parakeet cage in the other room.

"They can't do that!" she informed me.

"Well, nevertheless, one is out." I said, ducking, as the bird came back in and lit on the window blinds, "It's the yellow one. I'll catch her."

"Oh, no! She -"

But my hand was already closing over the nervous bird "-BITES."

"Okay, yes, she really does." I remarked. She had taken a pretty good piece of flesh out of my first finger near my nail....I mean, pretty good for a parakeet. I was bleeding.

I turned to see Sir Salesman leaning in the doorway with an impish grin on his face, "I snuck in! Did ya hear me?" His expression gave meaning to the line from the song "When Irish eyes are smiling".

"You let the yellow bird out?" his wife asked.

"Oh, no I let out -- Oh-oh. I thought I was letting out the green one." The green one is friendly and basically takes a fly around the house then heads back to his cage and his friends. "Oh, she got you! I'm sorry. I'll get her."

"You are too much trouble!" Island Girl said aiming for a severe tone, but not really getting close.

And we got the last laugh watching him chase the yellow parakeet all through the house.