|Is it just me, or was this a really long day?
||[Jun. 21st, 2010|09:37 pm]
Just a bit of solstice humor there. |
I thought I'd take a break from the meme and make a regular post instead. Only I'm not sure what to post about. I could write about how I took a bag of cherries to work and ate them all absent-mindedly while filling out my capacity report, and then noticed afterwards that my desk was spattered with so much cherry juice it looked like a set from Friday the 13th part XCVII, but that doesn't really cast me in a good light.
I could post about the hamsters. They aren't ours. Middle Daughter agreed to watch her boyfriend's hamtsers while he is on vacation. I hate watching other people's animals, not because I don't like animals (I do, even though we don't have any) but because I can't take the pressure.
Having the hamsters around made me realize one reason we don't have any pets - we'd never be able to name them. The hamsters' names are Chip and Dale. (Yes, I know Chip and Dale were chipmunks, not hamsters, but they aren't my hamsters.) It doesn't really matter what their names are, though, because my family refuses to address them by their proper names. Husband insists on calling them Pip and Pop. The Boy calls them Chip and Dip.
When Boyfriend comes home, his hamsters are going to have identity issues.