Are you a "REAL" ferret care giver when you find your self standing at
the check out in K-Mart, damp from the drizzle at 4:35 AM?  With a can
of raisins in your hand.
 
"Is this all?" the lady askes, with a raised eyebrow.
 
"Yes, thanks," you mutter
 
"Preaggy wife?" she smiles
 
"No." you mutter
 
"Late night snack?"
 
"No, you mutter, "guilt."
 
"OH?"
 
"Ferrets, hungry, begging mind controlling, furry butt demons, playing on
my conscience."  You mutter, thank goodness the lady behind you is loading
the counter with her six 24 count cases of R-C cola .
 
So why are you really there?
 
Because you were so guilty from seeing those begging faces,
 
Because you were "to busy" to stop after work?  Because you "thought" they
(the fuzzes) wouldn't care about being out of raisins?
 
Well, your resolve is a lot stronger than mine, can you tell me how you
resist those faces?
 
Maybe a pack of yellow stickie notes would help?
[Posted in FML issue 3220]