A sprained ankle hadn’t been among my birthday wishes, but my subsequent attempt to document its aesthetics has been a rewarding challenge.
If it hadn’t been for Bully-Stick, I don’t know how I would have survived the most acute back pain I’ve had in years.
In other respects, things are unfurling as I’d tentatively planned. I now have two rats. They’re full-grown, ugly fo’s, but their dispositions are more pleasing, except for when the lovely grey fella got an explosively nervous stomach while walking up my arm, and then was so shocked at his behavior that it ran to hide in my hair.
Until today there’d been no doubt in my mind that I would name them Pencil and Potholes, for obvious reasons. But now that just doesn’t seem right. I’d like to ask you: What would you call these big boys? Please leave your suggestions as a comment. Additionally, also until today there had been ample doubt in my mind as to why I thought getting a rat was a good idea. That doubt is undiminished with time and rat ownership.
Tomorrow I have a reservation to jump out of an airplane.
Ack: I just had the unexpected and horrifying image of Tattoo flapping out toward the tarmac shouting, Ze plane!
I’m boring myself. Here’s a picture of my babies. The smaller was dreaming something happy the instant the shutter opened.
I have some interesting things to say, but it has taken me so long to craft aforementioned drivel that I have no energy left. I go now.
Rhody and Splotch
Those won’t work. They’re both boys. I’d never name a boy “Splotch.”
Thrust?
Waitaminute-of COURSE: “Tinkle” and “Push”! I’ll give you those, since I’m very likely not going to have any more kids. You’re welcome.
I don’t know if you’ve named the rats yet, but I’ve looked them over and I would name the dark one Gabriel and the greyish one Robin. That’s just what I think, and I have a proven track-record of good naming.
i would name them after soccer players. That cannot be a bad thing
You would probably want to put so aloe vera gelly on those ankles