I know, I know...I left you hanging during the scariest time of year. Never fear, my typing skills have been reunited with my keyboard, which has been reunited with my hard drive, which has been reunited with the "Internet" and now my loving friends...you and I touch each other's synapses...one click of a brain cell at a time. POW!
Where hath Hubbie been? Easy for me to say because I was there. It is a long story that in actuality is probably average story length. Seeing it is Christmas time, I decided this year I would buy my parents a gift. And what says "I know I haven't bought you a gift in 7 years, so I am making up for it with this one...big time" like a puppy? I mean...what do people, especially those whose children have grown and flown, need and love more than a surprise pet?! I considered a cat, but thought a cat is way too self sufficient, and I think my parents really need to feel needed.
Thus, the story slowly unfolds. I have spent most of my spare time lately in illegal puppy mills and animal shelters. I just can't decide what direction my splitting road shall take? A abused pit bull for them to nurture, or a slightly pure bread Chihuahua?
2 comments:
What about a snake?
H.B.
You will never beleive this! This weekend at a mandatory company event I was introduced to the Possum from New Zealand. My fellow intoxicated co-worker swore that this possum is very different from any USA possum and very adorable and lovable. What better gift to give the parents after a seven year absence?
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