Some catching up and, as always, my sincerest apologies for my lazy absence.

Catch up #1: Recess

Today on the playground, my conversation with (male) student T:

Me: Wasn't it you I saw at the beginning of the year at Wal-Mart? Buying a tv with your mom? I can't remember.

T: I COULD have been. We had to get a new tv. Because I had an oopsie on our old tv.

Me: You had a what?

T: I peed on that tv.

Me: What?! You PEED on your tv? Why?

T: I HATED that tv. I was mad at it.

Me: How come?

T: That grey scratchiness was sounding like bees.

Me: The static?

T: Yeah. I hated that noise. So I peed on that tv. (laughs) In all them little holes in the back.


Catch up #2: Rat Saga

A couple of weeks ago, I bought a baby rat from a pet store. It was a cute little black hooded rat and I named her Marie Antoinette, after, uh, Marie Antoinette. Because if you read my entry a bit back, you know I have some serious sympathy for that girl and she deserves to have a pet named after her. Also, I feel that rats need elegant names to compensate for everyone accusing them of being dirty trash diggers. My last rat was hairless and named Belinda. She died while I was living in NYC and I buried her in a dog park because it was a few blocks closer than Central Park and I didn't want to carry a dead rat any further than I had to. Dead things sick me out, even if I loved them while they were alive. Anyway, I have Marie Antoinette for a few days and she starts having these, like, wheezing fits that are really upsetting and I find out that many rats when you get them from the pet stores have upper respiratory infections that are genetic from so much interbreeding. You either have to let them die, put them to sleep, or buy them a human nebulizer and somehow rig that up to help them breathe. That's not a joke- I read about it on a website for crazy rat people. So I ended up taking her home to Davison over Easter a week after I got her and in a tearful episode involving a vet's office, my sister's moral support, and a fee costing 5 times more than the rat, put Marie Antoinette to sleep. I cried and it was sad.

But then the next day I found a little pet store that had two week old baby rats which are ADORABLE, so I went and bought a new one and named her Victoria and she is SO cute and tame and she'll just ride around in my hoodie or on my shoulder for hours. I even have a little travel cage for her so I can take her to Ry's or home to Davison. Awww.


Catch up #3: A What If Story

Wouldn't it be so weird and awkward if you went to get a bikini wax and the girl who comes out to do it was in a Bible study with you 5 years ago and you hadn't seen or talked to her since then? And then you caught up on the last 5 years while you're half naked on a table? THAT would be weird and awkward. I'm SERIOUSLY glad nothing like that has ever happened to me.