*me standing at a podium in front of a room full of fuzzies*
Hi, My name is valerie, and I'm a ferret-a-holic
I have a small problem. well, actually 3 small problems. They are
always so demanding. Everything I have, they have to check it out.
Anything I wear, they have to tunnel through it. Anywhere I go...THEY
HAVE TO GO!!! I Swear I'm going MAD!!! I never have any "me" time
anymore...it's always "Hey, look it's the ferret lady" and everyone at
work calles me Ferret! I think I'm turning into one. Just the other day
I caught myself backing into a corner...well, I'll leave out the gory
details..(just kidding) Every time I take out clothes out of the dryer,
I have to designate Mikey's socks and my socks. NONE OF MY SOCKS MATCH
ANYMORE!!!!
I even hissed at my boss last week, and if I had a tail, I'd puff it
up and fling all the poo I could at her and say..."NOW IM A SANDWICH
ARTIST!!!"
Even Mikey is getting cheap on tips when he uses my "elevator" service.
Noodles Keeps demanding that I give her all my cereal when I eat it in
the morning...she just sits there and STARES!!!! My raisin bran cereal
doesnt have 2 scoops anymore :(
Maybe I should get Switch & Lily to bring that John Deere tractor over
here and build mikey his own elevator, noodles her own cereal plant, and
jack his own jungle gym.
But I wouldn't have it any other way :)
-valerie, noodles, mikey, and jack
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[Posted in FML issue 4195]
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