Thursday, February 16, 2006


Is there anyone who doesn't HATE moving?

Yes, I'm moving this weekend. That's a good thing, because I get away from the horrible place I used to work. The bad part is, I have to move this weekend. And I am most likely starting a new job (at O.I, for those who know what that is and/or care) on Monday.

Hey sis? I'll trade ya: I'll be you for the weekend, and you can move all our junk with Bill. (I know no deal. But I had to try)

Monday, February 13, 2006

The squirrel whisperer

My husband is the squirrel whisperer. He has a pet squirrel. Her name? Oddly enough, it's Baby Squirrel. And she plays with him the same way our cat plays. You have to see it to believe it! She also has a sweet tooth. She loves Hershey's miniatures and caramel corn. Most recently, she has found a box of Hershey's Pot of Gold and claimed it as her own. I'm glad we ate all the good ones before she got to them!

You see, my husband is an animal lover. At the moment, in addition to the squirrel (who has free reign over most of the house), we have:

  • three guinea pigs (two of whom were intended to be our friend Eric's snake's dinner. The second meal outlived the snake)
  • our cat (a princess)
  • our friend Matt's cat (a lazy boy who is just starting to get along with our cat)