Okay, some of you have emailed me asking about my email name.  I get this
all the time and should probably change it as a result.  I have even gotten
some "interesting" sexual innuendoes because of it (lol).
 
Last year, I worked for an Internet Radio Station that went under.  When
I worked there, I co-hosted some of the talk shows.  This station was all
talk and had very controversial programming.  My boss was the former "Bo
Snerdly" of Rush Limbaugh fame.  We also had people on like Art Bell and
some left wing political shows as well.  I did not agree with alot of
what was said, nor do I support Rush Limbaugh but it was a great work
environment and everyone got along really good inspite of opposing
political views.  I was granted the name "hotdish" because of the
controversial issues I raised "hot" and because it was talk radio "dish"
(dish means gossip/chat).  I do not have this name because of how I look,
and I am NOT involved with the sex industry - just ask the hubby (lol)!
 
I thought this would clear up any confusion on the email name.
 
Here is the ferrety stuff:
Today, Cleo dragged the bath mat from the shower, all the way down two
flights of stairs and into the cage.  Unfortunately, for her, it did not
fit through the holes to the second level.  When I tried to take it away,
that little brat actually hissed at me.  I think she was surprised when I
hissed right back!  So now I have a little hissy ferret.  I should say
"hussy" since she only likes the boys.
 
Well, since I don't use a rice box (it became a litter box), I decided to
put some shredded paper in the box instead.  All LOVE it!  Unfortunately,
Marley, the one who hides all toys, has decided that the paper strands are
collectible and he pulls them one by one, and hides them in his cage.  I
caught him chewing on one so now he does not get to play in the bin without
my complete supervision.  It was pretty funny watching him take one strand
at a time and run up the two ramps to the top level of the cage.  He
certainly got tons of exercise.
 
Dopey has decided that it is way too much fun to get into the cupboard
where tupperware is kept, and steal the lids.  I keep finding them in
different parts of the house.  He is crazy!  I wait for the day when Jim
goes to use a container and finds a lid that has been chewed on (he,he).
Then I can say "see what your son did?"
 
Why do we love these animals so much?  Because they are fun and get away
with things that we can't.  Never a dull moment in this house!
[Posted in FML issue 2972]