Lacey has been out of town, so Hans is currently at her mom's place. But she's getting home this evening . . . if we end up with FOUR tiny doggies running around, I don't see this as a very relaxing weekend. Although it should be extremely entertaining.
Oh, also, one of my mom's sisters is coming into town tonight with her husband and my cousin (21 years old). They're staying with my parents, and we're supposed to have dinner there tomorrow. So I had to make sure it would be OK for us to add three extra mammals to the mix. I have no doubt that craziness with ensue.
Next weekend we're going up to Rhode Island to choose and bring home our birdy! We're very excited. We already have the cage set up and some toys for it. Sharif's buddy (the breeder) is going to help us find the right food and other supplies while we're up there. We don't have a name picked out yet. (Sorry, Jess, don't think we're going with "Corpso, the Worst Clown.") Sharif keeps rooting for "Dr. Gaius Baltar, Betrayer of the Human Race Kellogg." I just reiterate that parrots live for a long time, and we have to still like the name when we're 60.
Anyway, we're in an animal era. I'm concentrating on that as much as possible, because I seriously am sick of thinking about work. The job has been taking over my free-time thoughts lately, and I don't like that at all. I really don't want to wake up at 3:00am and worry about licensing law anymore, thanks.
