8:30 a.m. Eastern Time
Anonymous Friend: I HATE EVERYTHING!
How are YOU?
:P
MFA Mama: I hate quite a bit. Let's bitch.
AF: My SO has been traveling for a week and I have five animals to care for.
MFA Mama: *wince*
AF: I am not an animal person.
MFA Mama: Bahaha.
AF: They're all kind of wacky and demanding animals, too.
MFA Mama: I dislike animals currently as well.
AF: That is really what I hate the most followed closely by my insomnia.
MFA Mama: Word.
AF: You have a lot more animals to hate, I would imagine.
MFA Mama: Seventeen rabbits, four chickens, two dogs, a cockatiel, a bearded dragon, and two betta-fish, currently.
And ALL of them assholes!
AF: I'm not even sure I know what a bearded dragon IS!
MFA Mama: It's a great stonking lizard. The object of my youngest's affections and the acquisition of his gross little dreams.
Also: an asshole.
It rips its lizard-hammock (Godiva help me that I even know what that IS, much less own one) down daily, tears the bark off its shade-log, requires daily chopped salads from a proscribed list of veggies and twice-weekly live crickets...
AF: Wow.
For the record, having parrots is much the same.
MFA Mama: It takes big bird-like shits and can JUMP.
AF: They scream, they yell, they require frequent water changes because they have delicate immune systems, blah blah blah...
MFA Mama: Oh, and if it's constipated you have to run it a warm bath and let it crap in your tub, then bleach the tub, burn the house down, and move because they carry salmonella.
AF: WHAT OH MY GOD WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP THOSE AS A PET?
MFA Mama: They're charming creatures. Want one?
AF: I do not need any more pets in our tiny abode!
MFA Mama: Clementine's alright, I guess, just needy like every other damn thing alive in these parts.
AF: I share a really small space with these birds.
MFA Mama: The lactating rabbits are thirsty, the chickens smell and also need water, the hound whines early for having to pee, an hour before the middle-school bus because DST, at the correct time too because YAY WHINE, at mealtimes...
the pitbull is a bedhog
The cockatiel's treats are recalled and need to be returned to the store; they're mocking me in their bag. Actually, I think they were contaminated (or possibly contaminated) with salmonella, haaaa!
The 10,000 or so (currently) bees will soon require an expensive thingamajig in which to make honey...
AF: Wow.
I'm going to try to go back to sleep...I have A Thing in three hours, and the birds will need water changes, and UGH.
MFA Mama: Good luck with that. The hound woke me at six, we have a lunch-date, and then later I'm getting stabbed in the arm with a needle for an hour by a big scary dude for fun. I think maybe I am doing Days Off wrong?
AF: Yes, I am doing weekends similarly.




