You can bank on the fact that I will not allow my children to read the comments on my last post regarding my firm position on my No Pet Clause. Because YOU PEOPLE ARE NOT HELPING ME.
Please don’t get me wrong. I love animals. I really do. We had animals all around us when I was growing up. Some started out as future food, but something odd happens when you name your food. They become family pets.
As was the case of Maria, the pig. And her 7 baby piglets. Then there was Sam and Red, the calves. Not to mention Gorgeous George the rooster, and all of his harem. Our intentions as farmers were noble. But we never could bring ourselves to eat anything more than the eggs that Gorgeous George’s 22 girlfriends laid.
We did have domesticated animals as well. There was Tinkerbell, the Siamese cat that lived to be nearly 16. She went everywhere with us. Even vacations. When we traveled, it was by car. So Tinkerbell and her sandbox always had a place with me and my brother in the back seat. Seats that did NOT include seat belts.
In Junior High, we had a dog named Bananas. After my feeble attempts at making pancakes for breakfast, my parents would hand them out the back door to Bananas, who would bury them. I loved that dog. Until he ratted me out for trying to sneak out of my bedroom window in the middle of the night to meet up with my delinquent girlfriends. Stupid dog nearly gnawed off my foot as I hung dangling from the window.
There was an angel fish named Angela. Who was no angel. As she ate her mate, Timothy. A couple of miniature turtles named Princess and Johnny took up residence with us as well.
I’ve told my children that someday, when we have a yard that is bigger than a postage stamp, we will have pets. So they’d better start praying hard for provision. But, not the ones that some of you all recommended, however. I’m talking to YOU Beth. The hissing cockroach? When pigs fly.
I tell you what. I really did enjoy all of the comments. Posting, and then reading what you all have to say is like having all of you over for coffee with me. In our bunny slippers. You all crack me up.
I am going to be spending the better part of my Friday freaking out about my trip to Los Angeles on Saturday morning for the CAbi make-over and photo shoot. It will be an extremely quick trip, as I’m only staying the night Saturday night, and then flying back to Florida on Sunday morning.
My plan is to take a small carry-on bag, so that I don’t have to go into debt to CHECK A BAG. What is that about? As you know, I lack the gift of brevity in my writing. I also lack the ability to pack light. So, this will be a new experience for me. I do plan on taking my lap top so that I can document this journey. The thought of sitting on a plan for FIVE HOURS EACH WAY without it makes me twitchy.
For certain, I’ll be twittering as I go. If you twitter, and I’m not following you, let me know in comments and I’ll make sure I do.
Wish me luck! I’m very excited. They asked me if I’d be open to coloring my hair and a cut. Since I color my own hair IN MY BATHROOM, I’m pretty sure anything would be an improvement. We’ll see how brave I get.
Have a fantastic weekend, everyone. I’LL BE BACK!