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Mmm. Home. Where you can pass flatulance freely and happily with your brothers, coming up with one bad euphemism and/or intestinal response after another:
"FLAME ON!"
"Up up and away!"
"And now for some jazz!"
"Hey look, a duck!"
We are all so mature.
I kind of can't beleive Roaft turns twenty in two weeks. My bestfriendlittlebrothertypeperson is almost all grown up... It was weird enough having Jothna turn eighteen. Thanks to autism he's kind of a perpetual ten year old with random intermittant bouts of teenage rage and monologuing, and he's still probably only about eighty pounds.
What'll be really scary is having my baby sister drive. Hmph. We keep telling her she'll be perpetually eight years old. Despite everything, she's already a little taller than me. Stinking dutch heritage coming back to bite me in the six...
She and I gained two new gerbils just today. A little ruby-eyed-dove and a black-eyed-honey. Yessy claimed the dove, who's been named "Sir Cumference" as her attempt at a Monty Python reference. (Turns out he's from a homeschooler's wet dream math textbook? Huh. Doves and Lilacs tend to get a little chubby...)
That leaves me with the honey. (Ie: A blond gerbil with gray ears, nose, and a spot at the base of his tail.) Honey's "D'Artagnan" so far in the obscure naming tactic and I'm training him to be saucy, fiesty, and french. So far he's learning well. Nips at fingers HARD compared to typical gerbil gentleness, and seems pretty miffed at the slightest things. (That's my boy~)
Reep can see the little boys from the other side of the room. He's been jumpy, even though the babies are pretty small. Cumference is only about the size of a mouse. (And as a result, almost wretchedly adorable, etc. etc. etc. small fuzzy animals.)
Kind of silly getting two new ones without one dead...*sigh* But good temperaments and all...and the relative difficulty of finding a store at the lucky time where gerbils are present in pairs... I just hope it's not enough to distress Lan scent-wise. He's been getting scent-gland tumors lately...
Anyway, that's been wonderfully distracting. Woohoo. Small fuzzy animals.
...My blog entries are always so enlightening: Rats, farting and the fact I put in an app to play a regenerating, gynophobic, antisocial, BAMF albino gunslinger that I'm waiting on.
Aah.
No wonder you all miss me when I'm gone. No accounting for taste, of course...
"FLAME ON!"
"Up up and away!"
"And now for some jazz!"
"Hey look, a duck!"
We are all so mature.
I kind of can't beleive Roaft turns twenty in two weeks. My bestfriendlittlebrothertypeperson is almost all grown up... It was weird enough having Jothna turn eighteen. Thanks to autism he's kind of a perpetual ten year old with random intermittant bouts of teenage rage and monologuing, and he's still probably only about eighty pounds.
What'll be really scary is having my baby sister drive. Hmph. We keep telling her she'll be perpetually eight years old. Despite everything, she's already a little taller than me. Stinking dutch heritage coming back to bite me in the six...
She and I gained two new gerbils just today. A little ruby-eyed-dove and a black-eyed-honey. Yessy claimed the dove, who's been named "Sir Cumference" as her attempt at a Monty Python reference. (Turns out he's from a homeschooler's wet dream math textbook? Huh. Doves and Lilacs tend to get a little chubby...)
That leaves me with the honey. (Ie: A blond gerbil with gray ears, nose, and a spot at the base of his tail.) Honey's "D'Artagnan" so far in the obscure naming tactic and I'm training him to be saucy, fiesty, and french. So far he's learning well. Nips at fingers HARD compared to typical gerbil gentleness, and seems pretty miffed at the slightest things. (That's my boy~)
Reep can see the little boys from the other side of the room. He's been jumpy, even though the babies are pretty small. Cumference is only about the size of a mouse. (And as a result, almost wretchedly adorable, etc. etc. etc. small fuzzy animals.)
Kind of silly getting two new ones without one dead...*sigh* But good temperaments and all...and the relative difficulty of finding a store at the lucky time where gerbils are present in pairs... I just hope it's not enough to distress Lan scent-wise. He's been getting scent-gland tumors lately...
Anyway, that's been wonderfully distracting. Woohoo. Small fuzzy animals.
...My blog entries are always so enlightening: Rats, farting and the fact I put in an app to play a regenerating, gynophobic, antisocial, BAMF albino gunslinger that I'm waiting on.
Aah.
No wonder you all miss me when I'm gone. No accounting for taste, of course...