I LOVE the Internet

I was catching up on my favorite blogs this morning when Adrian walked in and said this guy said, on the blog that he likes to read, that something was as slow as dinosaurs mating. Dammit, I can't hear anything without wanting to know more. How did dinosaurs mate? Adrian, didn't that book we read when you were ten say that dinosaurs were like birds?

Um, yes.

Hum, how do birds mate? I've always been a little unclear on that. So I tapped into Google search "how do birds mate?" And I got the answer. In seconds. I also got this really funny description:

• Well first the male invites the female out for dinner and a movie. Upon arrival to the females house the male surprises the female with flowers and a bottle of good wine. At dinner (drive thru at a fast food resteraunt) the male gives the song bird a couple of shells to play a romantic tune. He then invites the female to dance. The male gets close enuf to rub itself against the female ruffling her feathers. The female senses the action by the male and reciprocates the advances. At the movie (drive in theater of coarse) the male puts its wing around the female grabbing her breast. She is in high heavens (so is he). after a romantic movie the 2 lovebirds retreat back to his neighbors house through a hole he made in the crown molding of the owners expensive mansion he and his wife built about 2 or 3 years ago. While the family tries to sleep the 2 lovebirds nesstle into the attic of the poor souls house and make woopie for hours on end. This is how birds mate

I made that font size really small because last time I pasted in someone else's words, it confused a reader. No, I did not write that. Then I copied all these images by asking Google for bird pictures, etc. No wonder people in India can do our jobs. I didn't even have to leave my chair to get information, humor, and still photography. What more could a lazy girl ask for?