Birds of a feather

Should not be inside the house. This morning DH put Annabelle outside and didn't close the backdoor. I heard her barking and went downstairs to put her back outside and as I was escorting her I said "take your wet feet and your critters outside". I always joke about her bringing in critters because she tends to get grass, twigs, tree limbs and bugs caught in the "feathers" on her hindquarters (as you can see in the photo).
Just as I escorted her out the door I heard a noise, looked up and realized that there was a bird sitting on the pans that were drying on the kitchen counter. How does one get a bird out of their kitchen? Very carefully! I walked toward him and said "go outside birdy". Then he flew into the living room and I promptly announced that if he pooped on my curtains I would let the dogs loose on his ass! Thankfully, Annabelle had not noticed her new friend, otherwise, it would have been chaos in my house. She didn't notice him until he flew outside and the look on her face was hilarious - hey, how did you get in my house!

We went to the New Parents class on base today. We had been taking bets that we would be the oldest people there and, well, we were! Military folks are exactly known for waiting to start families (hey, we have a job and a free house why not have 4 or 5 of them!). I actually knew most of the stuff the nurse told us but mostly it's 'cause I know how to read and I watch the news. The funny part...I walked in and the nurse asked our names, ages and due date. I announced that our baby was due June 15. One very pregnant lady says, "excuse me, when is your due date?". So, I say, "our baby is due June 15". At that point she looks like she might pass out because I'm looking pretty good for 9 months pregnant. I figured I would spare her feeling like a blimp and told her that we are adopting. Keep in mind, I never said that I was due, I said "our baby is due". Oh well, I still had all these 20 year old looking like they might want to kill me.

I finally started the Vintage Pink Cardigan, with my own measurements. Knitting the ribbing on size 2 needles nearly killed me. I am dreading the fact that I have to do it 2 more times. The yarn is Barkarole and is so soft and yummy to work with.