"Rose is Rose". Used without permission on account of we only have 1.5 readers right now, and what could it hurt?
We have read the comics throughout life and with great joy, but Rose is Rose, pictured above, is our current favorite.
(Serves you right, For Better or For Worse. We didn't want to go back thirty years in time. We don't like having to wait another ten years until April is born.)
But Rose is Rose is letting us down.
Rose, a stay-at-home wife and mother, likes staying at home. She cares for her husband and her little son and a lot of animals in the neighborhood.
She does things like setting out feed for birds.
Rose isn't Disney, so it's not like the birds fly to her outstretched hand and perch on her ring finger and whatever. But they are cute birds and they appreciate the gesture and sometimes even sing her a little song.
We, on the other hand, set up a bird feeder station and got what appears to be the outtakes from "the Birds" but in a version directed by Quentin Tarantino.
We get nothing but black birds. Small, ugly black birds with sneering bird nostrils in their beaks.
And they came in droves. Dozens. Blackbird-pie amounts.
And they pooped while they ate.
And then they fought. This is the evening plan of the average bird at Annie's Last Chance Saloon:
1)Arrive
2)Poop
3)Poop again
4)Grab sneering beakful of suet-based bird chow
5) Kick crap out of fellow bird.
Meanwhile our cat Fuzzy is making book on the outcome.
If this keeps up, we're going back to Brenda Starr.
