*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 ===== ~*~*~ VALERIE ~*~*~ ,',', __ \ `'`,/ \ ()o=; `'`','`/ . \/ / ( / \" / \(_ \(_ ~*`~*`FERRETS RULE~`*~`* [Posted in FML issue 4195]