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Hot and sunny. Watered the deck plants and discovered, resting on the bare ground beside the coiled-up garden hose, a bird's egg. I think it belongs to a mourning dove, but how it got to that particular spot I have no idea. I mean, obviously something carried it away, but was it another bird? A squirrel? An opossum or a raccoon would've eaten it. I don't know. I put it back in the grass.
Vacuuming and watching the Little League World Series. I'll bet Wilson played Little League, until his mother realized he could hurt his hands or break an ankle or get hit in the face with a ball. Remember in the episode with the bumper cars, he said his parents never let him do that (drive bumper cars)? I think it's part of my headcanon that Wilson's mom and dad were crazy-overprotective and kept him from doing a lot of fun things.
Aaaaand I'm rambling. Back to vacuuming.
Vacuuming and watching the Little League World Series. I'll bet Wilson played Little League, until his mother realized he could hurt his hands or break an ankle or get hit in the face with a ball. Remember in the episode with the bumper cars, he said his parents never let him do that (drive bumper cars)? I think it's part of my headcanon that Wilson's mom and dad were crazy-overprotective and kept him from doing a lot of fun things.
Aaaaand I'm rambling. Back to vacuuming.
