My hubby is a killer

Carl and I left the grocery store and headed to where he works to pick up a check. I saw something fly out of the woods on my side and then heard it hit the front of his truck. I looked at him and said "I think you just hit a bird! Seriously!"

He said "I think I see it in the road... that'll teach it, huh? It's the last flight he'll ever have." (Yeah, he's sesitive like that)

So...

We pick up his check and head to the local convenient store to cash it. (This is a check from his second "job" -- very tiny) I stay in the truck looking at my new Us Weekly - silly, I know - while he goes in. A couple of the store's workers are outside smoking; they are looking at our truck and laughing.

Carl comes back out of the store, looks at the employees, grins sheepishly, and then pulls the BIRD out of the truck's GRILL!

I thought I was going to puke.

The worst part? The little fella was headless. Carl saw his head in the road...

Gross.

Oh -- good morning!