Killer Carey Strikes Again

While out driving this morning with the girls, I committed a horrible crime -- I murdered a pigeon. The dopey bird took a dive into my windshield, leaving behind several feathers before rolling off.

"I think you kill-ded it," Taylor commented.

"You think so?" I pulled in front of the house, feeling rather guilty for murdering yet another animal with my car.

"Carey, why did you kill one of God's birds?" Taylor asked innocently, adding to my guilt. "You need to tell God that you are sorry."

I folded my hands -- "I'm sorry God."

"That's better," Taylor said, quite pleased with my penance.