Superqueers

It was a nice Sunday morning, the sermon was great, everyone was friendly and the sun never shone that generous in Alaska.

Could anything be better? Oh, of course, my dear brother-in-law picked his whining boyfriend and in return handed us our precious daughter who unfairly was taken hostage.

So nothing could go wrong and I really didn’t mind leaving father and daughter at home and go to the church. After all it was a perfect day with no evidence of approaching drama.

WRONG!!!!!

So gayly (dear queers, gay means happy) I came home and there was no sign of K or A, totally gone without a single note. Although K is most of the times irresponsible and forgetful so it’s typical of him to not leave a note behind, A always makes sure to give me a call.

I called his phone and unsurprisingly it was left under the pillow. If you are wondering what the hell was it doing there, I can say K uses his phone as some kind of vibrator

After spending a long time looking for the invisibles, a sweaty K and an excited A appeared with the latest kind of a drama, the lost hurt pigeon.

Where they found that box and how my beloved allergic husband managed to catch the poor helpless bird is a mystery but even K can be a good dad when he has to (FYI: he spent half an hour telling me how the little pigeon scratched his uber-sensitive skin and how he could feel the invisible rashes itching!)

Now we have a new pet, an orphan-probably gay- pigeon, two turtles and a fish. We are willing to accept homeless cats/dogs/hot naked guys.

They saved the poor bird from death but it’s my additional chore to clean the mess and feed the bird.

Thank God it likes wheat.

Btw if you are a helpless lost cute pet in need of a superqueer to come to your rescue, leave me a message, I’ll do my best.

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