Socks, socks and still the same socks!!! I have somehow screwed up matching up the sock's sole mate and the bastard heel will be ripped to back yet again. And Harriet the Hamster has learned a new bad word. If my hamster could talk, I'm sure that she'd make a sailor blush! Thank goodness for muteness.
So, I guess a parrot will never be in my future as a pet.
Maybe Sweetie will receive his 2007 birthday/Christmas gift by Christmas 2008. No promises though!
Some censuring Readers will scornfully say, why hath this Lady writ her own life? Since none cares to know whose daughter she was or whose wife she is, or how she was bred, or what fortunes she had, or how she lived, or what humor or disposition she was of? I answer that is true, that 'tis to no purpose to the Readers, but it is to the Authoress, because I write it for my own sake, not theirs. ~Margaret Cavendish in 1655
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Harriet is just getting a quality education, in case she is ever hanging out on the docks. :)
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