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On my way to lunch today, I just saw a homeless guy talking on a cell phone. Then he finished up his conversation and went back to his spot on the exit ramp holding his sign.

I couldn't see what his sign said, but I'm guessing it was something like "Brother, can you spare me some roll-over minutes?"

Did you know that 22% of people in the United States under the age of 35 have a negative net worth? Basically what this means is that for every 5 people you see who are under age 35, there’s a good chance that one of them is worse off financially than a homeless guy holding a cup with a quarter in it (unless of course that particular hypothetical homeless guy is homeless because he was late on his mortgage). Interesting, no?

So the next time you see a panhandler out on the street begging for change, be sure to tell him that he’s better off financially than 20% of the people in this country who are under age 35. Or just give him another quarter and move on.

So I am ashamed to admit it but even with all the nice weather we've had of late, I still hadn't opened my grill yet. That is, until today. I looked out the window and I noticed that a bird landed on the side and then crawled inside my grill.

Yes, my first instinct was to turn on the grill at that point, but I resisted. He flew out a couple seconds later. So I went out and rapped on the outside of the grill to make sure he didn't have friends in there ready to attack me. Nothing. It was safe.

So I opened the lid and sure enough... there was an entire nest in there. It was very gross. After several minutes of debate... I decided to evict them. These germ riddled squatters were going to have to a new place to live. I moved all their twig-like belongings out to the curb. Ok, actually I just moved the nest onto the floor of the deck and went inside.

A few minutes later the bird came back. This time he had his companion. They weren't happy. I listened closely and I'm positive this is what I heard...

"Oh great, what are we supposed to do now, Larry?"
"How should I know, Robin?"
"Well this was all your idea..."
"MY idea?! You said you wanted to be closer to your sister!!"
"Yeah, I put a gun to your head and said, 'let's live in an oven!'"
"Well I didn't hear you offer up any ideas at the time."
"Maybe if you paid attention to me, you would have known what I was thinking!"
"Known what you were thinking? Who am I, Miss Cleo?"

Then they each grabbed a twig and flew off. Something tells me that was just the beginning of that conversation.