Three Birds with One Stone

I am all about killing multiple birds with one stone.

Honestly, I don’t kill birds…and if I did, I wouldn’t use a stone. Seems too “Neanderthal”. I think I would use a more sophisticated weapon like a bb gun, or perhaps I would poison their food with something that would cause an immediate, painless death.

What a silly phrase…yet, I can’t say it and move on.  I must know the origin. 

Upon googling where this phrase comes from, I found that one argued origin comes from Greek Mythology…a story about Daedalus and Icarus. (Bickies!)

Daedalus and his son, Icarus, were being held prisoner by a King, in a tall tower. When he looked out, all he could see were high walls around him and huge birds in the sky. Daedalus drew up a plan to throw stones at the birds, hoping to take their wings so they could both fly home.  He found he could throw a stone,striking one bird with the ricochet hitting a second bird, thus killing two birds with one stone.

This post has reminded me how ignorant I find Greek Mythology.  I am now embarrassed that I even googled it. How smart are they? Bird wings gonna make ya fly? Why jump naked? Why not jump together? Looks like the Daddy wanted his son to “go first and try it out”. Brilliant.

Tom is out of town. See what happens when I don’t have any grown ups to talk to? Sorry.

I will now get to my point.

I had a DOUBLE  ricochet and killed THREE birds with one stone. I….

1. Tie Dyed shirts with the kids (on the bucket list)

2. Found something to do on a hot, Sunday afternoon

3. Didn’t have to go shopping for 4th of July shirts for the kids. We tie dyed in red, white, and blue.

The Process: (Photos compliments of Tom’s iPhone) – Sorry for the graininess.

The Product:

Now…if you will excuse me…I am going to go kill two birds with one stone…ordering Pizza Hut….negating my responsibility to cook dinner…and do the dishes ---which would be the result of said dinner.

That’s the silver lining of the hubby getting home late tonight.