Broke my images. I have a sneaking suspicion I deleted the uploaded files along with the WordPress ones when I updated. Argh. Will fix later.
At McDonalds:
Z: Do red apples grow from red seeds and green apples grow from green seeds?
Me: That would make sense. But I think all the seeds are brown.
Z: Nooo. But they turn brown if you don’t eat them fast enough.
Me: You’re right, apples do turn brown. Do you think star apples grow from star-shaped seeds?
Z: Yes! And triangle seeds make triangle apples!
Me: No apples are shaped like triangles, silly rabbit!
I just calculated: I’ve had severe chronic eczema since I was two weeks old. Now I’m 32. That’s about 11,674 itchy, sleepless nights.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had to take care of a pet. When our poodle Killer died in 2003, I couldn’t bear the thought of getting another dog. Eight years later I still don’t have a dog. But never say never.
Zoey and I took a trip to the pet store, not really looking to buy a pet. I thought it would be fun for her to see the animals. She really liked the fish, wasn’t so much into the birds or cats or dogs, but really liked a rabbit. Since rabbits bite, I nixed that idea. But they did have these cute spotted mice. Tiny things. So for her fourth birthday I got her two pet mice. She promptly named them Francine (the one with more black spots) and Olivia. Now that we’ve had them about two weeks I’ve gotten to know them better. I’ve even been peed on once.
Francine is fast. She loves to run. She’s the one plotting escape attempts every time I take them out of their cage. Olivia is much more laid back. She’s the first to the food bowl when I fill it up. She’s also the one who peed on me while Zoey laughed. They are curious and fun to watch. They’re also quiet. I’ve only heard two squeaks out of them the entire time they’ve been here. More often you’ll hear their wheel spinning or crunching noises when they eat. They like oats, Cheerios and crackers way more than their mouse food.
I didn’t think I’d ever own rodents, but they are pretty cute. Zoey loves watching them run in their wheel or ball and likes to help me take care of them. She just can’t wait until I let her hold one (slowly working on training them before I let her). Although, being a neat freak does mean that I’m cleaning their cage every other day – soon as I see poop I have to scrub the entire thing in hot water with lots of soap. Ah well.
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