In honor of the Final Four this weekend:

I finally got around to taking some pictures of my new kitten, Alexander....yes the same one that Jason put down his pants last week. =/

Alexander was found underneath a car when he was only a day old...no mother or other kittens around. =(  When I got him he was about two weeks old and now he's pushing four weeks - they grow up so quickly!

Isn't he the cutest thing ever??

Let me tell you a little story....

I'm at the station, working on some things for the afternoon replay when Jason walks by on the phone:

"So where's the seagull now?" *pause*  "Oh, okay. Am I picking up the seagull at the warehouse or...?" *pause* "Warehouse by the Sunoco station. Got it brother. Cool."

Uhhhh....what?

At this point Kevin and I are both looking at Jason, because this is weird...even for him. Apparently David from Busch Wildlife (they ALWAYS help us out with animals and things for the show) needed a favor - a guy had found an injured seagull in a warehouse right by the radio station and David needed it to be picked up and taken to Busch.

First of all, Jason is one of my favorite people but he is not the person that should be put in charge of an animal rescue. Secondly, this sounds like it will be absoutely hilarious. So I offer to go with him. Turns out I'm driving because Jason hasn't fixed the window in his truck yet and now there's some sort of mold growing in there...ugh.

So I follow the directions to a random warehouse behind a gas station in Riviera Beach where we meet up with the guy that found the seagull. I almost turned around and left at that point because this guy is a winner....big mustache, missing teeth, flannel shirt and a trucker's hat. But Jason jumps out and I follow him. The guy has this seagull in a really large cage in the back of his pickup truck...but the cage is his, so he's going to go get us a cardboard box to put the bird in so it's not just sitting in my car. Wtf? He comes back out with this box, about 2x2, with all of the flaps cut off of it...so there's no lid at all. I'm okay with this because the creepy guy keeps saying the wings are hurt. We get the seagull in the back of my SUV and start heading over to Busch.

At this point everything is fine. The seagull is sitting quietly in his box in the back, Jason is sitting in the passengers seat texting on his phone and I'm driving rocking out to MIA Noventa y dos punto uno. I need to stop for gas so I pull into a Chevron station and leave Jason in the car while I head inside and grab some sugar free red bull while the gas is pumping. By the time I get back into the car Jason has his seat reclined all the way back and is snoring. While I'm waiting to pull out of the gas station my phone rings and I'm talking with one of my friends...all very normal and calm.

I pull out onto the street and have to make a u-turn...when I turn I guess the box started sliding in the back. I hear something rustling and I glance in my rearview mirror...all I see is this huge wing, fully extended, sticking out of the box almost touching the ceiling. I thought his wings were broken?!?!?! I hang up on my friend (btw, he kept trying to call me back because the last thing he heard was me screaming, "Oh my god! It's moving, it's moving! Jason! It's moving! Oh my god!" Click) and start hitting Jason to wake him up. If this bird attacks me I'm not going through this alone...he better wake his ass up now. Jason startles awake...and I'm freaking out so much that HE starts freaking out. He turns around in his seat to see what's going on and now the bird is really flapping his wings and making weird noises. Jason's trying to find something to cover the box, I'm yelling and trying to drive down Military at the same time....when the bird jumps OUT OF THE BOX AND OVER THE SEAT. There is now a loose seagull IN MY BACKSEAT. This continues for what feels like two hours but in reality is probably only two or three minutes before I make a left turn and the bird slides again and somehow ends up hopping back into the box. Thank God!

I tell Jason that under absolutely no circumstances is he allowed to fall asleep again - he's on bird watching duty until we get to Busch Wildlife. It's amazing I didn't get pulled over because I was going at least 30 mph over the speed limit to get that damn bird out of my car. Other than flapping around - still in the box - the seagull is well behaved for the rest of the trip. We get to Busch and make Amy come outside to meet us...no way in hell is either of us going close enough to this psychotic bird to carry it inside!

Here's what the seagull looked like (yes, he's covered in some sort of weird green slime):

Jason is now acting like the bird doesn't freak him out at all:

At this point I had to stop taking pictures....because the seagull tried to bite off Jason's face.

I need to go get my car detailed now - it smells like there was a slimy, green seagull in my backseat. Think I'll get reimbursed for that??

This is now officially my favorite version of this song!!

After 44 days in a Mexican wrestling mask Jason finally reveals himself: