My day:
bf--"Hi hon, how was your day today?
me--"Quite good. I talked with some ferret owners and graded papers and
worked on my thesis paper. How was yours?"
bf--"Just fine, I...um...which ferret just stole my pen?'
me--"I don't know. Didn't see. BTW, did I tell we are having babies?
bf--"WHAT?!? A baby?"
me--"No, silly. BabIES."
bf--<stunned beyound talking with that stupid look on his face>
bf--"uh...uh...uh"
me <sniggering>
bf--"uh...uh...uh"
me <feeling sorry for him. " Ophelia is preggie. We are having eggs.
About 60 of them" (iguana)
bf--"Well, duh! We have known that for a long time....You weren't
planning on incubating them were you. You know that 60+ iglets runnign
around the house is too much and that there are too many unwanted...."
(I let him lecture me for a while, you see, I needed a distraction)
bf--"Going to work on the computer."
~~scamper, scamper~~
Bonnie--"That wss close Mama. Can we hab da laxatone now?"
me--<whistels>"OK, litle ones, that was close. Here, take turns. BEAR!
WAIT YOUR TURN!"
Bonnie--"You two, come here. When da Mama whistles, she gibs treats. I
make her whistle on command. You got to learn how it works 'round here."
"AHEM"
me--"Um, hi babe..."
bf--"How many ferrets do we have."
me--"Alot." <smiling winningly>
bf--"There seemed to be more than alot a few seconds ago.
1...2...3...4...5...6...7...Bear makes 8...wait a sec..."
me--"They are all here. don't worry."
bf <grumbling> "I could have sworn we had eight. Bonnie, Clyde, Fox,
Willow, Bad Bear, Gloin, Gimli, Jinxie...who did I miss?"
me--"Nobody dear."
bf walks off into the study
me--"Whew!"
bf--"Gail. I have the list and charts of their weights. There are 8 on
here.....and there were TEN ferrets in the ferret room."
me--"MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!...oh, I mean, you must have counted wrong. Did
I tell you we are going to have babies"
Bonnie here folks, you see Mama trying to distract him from da fact dat
der are 2 odder furrkids running around. But, it not dat bad. She tell
him soon. Mama told me dey just visiting for a while cause der mama had
to go out of town. We tell the daddie, maybe. If he ink der are 10, den
we will have ta get 10.
Gail
[Posted in FML issue 3763]
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