How Angola says, "Good Morning"

I had a post ready for today, telling you about Adam and I going golfing.  I was relaxed, puttering around the house after putting the kids on the school bus.  I went to let Fletcher out the back door, and as soon as I slid open the glass, I felt something big fly into my hair and stay there.  I reacted like any reasonable person, and started screaming and shaking my head.  Nothing fell out onto the ground, so I started wondering if I'd imagined it.....and then I looked down at my shirt.

"Good morning, Katie!"

Sometimes....I really hate Africa.