In which Bonnie and Clyde join Casa Zen-Samoa

So I had been having depression issues again, and Mr. Samoa had massive work stress. For this reason, we decided to procure a second pair of zebra finches. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zebra_Finch We had had them before and found them to be very cheering; the current pair is no exception. However, the procurement of same was a trip.

We trooped off to Pet World and asked the smiling clerk for a pair of finches, one male, one female. (They recommend you get them this way, not sure why, but whatever.) Weeeellll. The cage full of finches was not so easily bested. They immediately began flapping ("FLAP YOU!" is the new epithet of choice in Casa Z-S), squawking and fluttering about the cage, in general mayhem. It took a half hour, two clerks, and the efforts of both Mr. Samoa and myself to corner two of the little shits. On the way out the door, I said to Mr. S, "Well, now at least I know what to name them- Bonnie and Clyde!!!" So, Bonnie and Clyde they are. Cheeping away, so I guess we won't turn 'em in for now. :D

Fuck cancer.

Fuck cancer. Fuck it sideways with a rusty chainsaw.

This post is for all of you- Eric, Linda, Uncle Jack, and all the others who are still fighting and those who didn't make it.

http://www.cancer.org/docroot/don/don_0.asp?from=hpbox Let's kick its ass. That is all.

I think they doubt me.

So I went to the bathroom this morning, right? The cats apparently do not think I am to be trusted in there by myself. I was followed into the bathroom by 3/5 of total household quixen. (Three of the total five, for you non math types.) They gathered around and purred as I did my thing, then escorted me back out. I don't think they trust me in there.

Ack!

Soooo....I'm headed back to college. For web design this time. So that maybe I can get a job that pays well and doesn't involve people's backsides.

I'm excited and going "AAACKKK!" at the same time. I didn't expect to have the usual nontraditional reaction of "OMG am I too old can I do this ACK!" because I've done college before, but I am. But I can tell you, walking up Court Street after I got out of the registrar's office was the first time I've felt alive in a long while. This will be mostly free, because Mr. Samoa works for Bugpit U, and tuition is therefore free. Back I go! Yay! Ack! Yay! Ack!