Staples, Pop-Tarts, and Sundrops

Ah, Spring in New England!
There is a bush outside my school that has become home to multiple birds of a stout and fluffy sort. They've taken to energetically soaring from their home, passed the entrance of the building, and into the grassy area on the other side. It's gotten to the point where they will either fly over or into all who dare use the passageway, stopping only long enough to pick up stray Goldfish crackers.
I managed to staple my finger yesterday. The stapler was broken (sort of) and I fixed it (for the most part), but at the cost of impaling my left index finger with the very source of the problem.
Two boxes of Pop-Tarts sit next to me as I type. The main question is which do I open first, raspberry or blueberry?
Staplers are amazingly powerful devices. Perhaps that is why my finger throbbed for half an hour afterward. But I digress...
Today was a wonderful day for gardening. Mom weeded the thyme, apparently, and while motioning with her hands, explained to us the extent to which she thinned the sundrops. They tend to crowed each other, you know.
Dad recently heard of yet another Cottage Cheese & Something creation (exciting!), and has been juggling more often lately.
It is truly amazing how composed I remained as I realized I had a staple in my finger. Surely no one in the library would have know I was in severe pain... until I told them. But that is perhaps off topic...
Erin is getting ready for production week for Singin' in the Rain, and company is coming tomorrow.
Easter has come and gone, and the whole family has again been reminded of God's faithfulness. More stories about that another time.
"The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance."
Psalm 16:6

For the Attleboro Magoons,
Abby