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I Went Home

Photo cred goes to Linda for actually braving the snow
for the sake of Katie’s obvious enjoyment.

D: I’d beat someone in a fight, just as long as they gave me enough time to run away before any punches were thrown…or long enough to walk briskly away.

D: Julie sure is takin’ her sweet time to get home. I don’t really need her, but she was gonna get me a jug of orange juice…I kinda need that!

L: All the vehicles are taken. *while looking for a chair in the living room

J: It’s more rewarding than that floppy duck game.

D: Burned up 10 calories already, I need a snack

Struggle

I refuse to get on social media on my phone. It makes creeping through peoples posts unnoticed virtually impossible.

All I want to do is scroll, and I end up accidentally liking statuses about my fourth cousins roommates brother eating a marshmallow. Oh, your ‘grandma just passed away #missher #heaven’? Retweet.

A picture of your cute new puppy? Actually, that’s pretty cute. I’ll click like…or not, that’s alright. Go ahead and act like you don’t recognize my finger, even though you had super-sensitivity powers 12 seconds ago when you decided to add my second grade teachers daughter as a friend because my finger hovered in that general direction.

Unless this is the case. Then I will be trading in my creeping anonymity for laziness.

Not About Jared. Not Even A Rant.

Hi, my name is Kimberly. It has been nineteen days since my last post about animals. I live with the daily struggle of not obsessing over them and forcing them upon unsuspecting people that may not (and probably don’t) love animals as much as I do.

With that being said, this is my chinchilla. Her name is Mimi (Mimikins, Mimi-baby). She was my first chinchilla, and debunks all birth order theories on getting less attention (assuming they apply to pets) because she is my favorite.

We have similar personalities. Mimi doesn’t like people and loves food, but is willing to endure human contact for food. Dandelion bites are her favorite, but they’re chuck full of sugar which is bad for her. That’s probably why they sell them at Walmart and not Petco.

Jared and I built her a hut to hang out in, which really just encourages her social anxiety, but she loves it and that’s all I need to justify it.

I’ll show restraint and end with this photo of her (on top of her cage that is taller than me) being the ninja-chinchilla that she is.

 

 

Ok, now I’m done. For real.

Sally And Gomez

I think I’ve mentioned before that I have 5 pets. I have to restrain myself from posting about them ALL THE TIME, but since I haven’t even properly introduced them yet I think it’s time. These are my bearded dragons. I got them from Mitchell (yes, the Mitchell from the drunk Lumpies post). They live in my living room.

Mitchell never named them, so Jared and I got the pleasure of doing so. I have a habit of naming animals after food—notice how I didn’t say a bad habit, although Jared would disagree. Since food names are off limits in our household please feel free to name your pets Nutmeg, Waffles and/or Banana Pancakes.

We (ok, I) wanted to name them after a cute couple, because they have spent their whole lives together and enjoy cuddling. I’m not actually positive about the enjoy part—let’s rewind and just say they cuddle. Turns out there aren’t a lot of awesome couple name duos (what the hell), so we smashed some together. Gomez and Morticia from The Addam’s Family with Jack and Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas. Meet Sally and Gomez.

Gomez (aka Toad-mez) is the bigger one. He is seriously like two feet long. He can swallow a mouse. We get the mice from Petco, and they come in that little pet box and everything. Jared says I’m not allowed to pet them on the way home in case I get attached. I totally would.

Sally (aka Sally-mander, Sally-monella) is little and cute. She has no interest in mice but loves crickets. She bit me once (it was my fault). Turns out the have tiny not-so-cute serrated teeth. The face she is making above is not her I-want-to-bite-you face. It’s her bathing-in-the-heat-lamp face.
Yes, I will get off the couch and cut up some tomato to feed to you piece by piece with a tweezers when you make that face. I can’t say no to that face.

Don’t Do Me Like That

Everyone, meet “Paco needs a good home”

One of my favorite things to do while not doing work at work is to scroll through the pets section of craigslist. Adorable pictures of animals that reside near me that I could actually own if my apartment allowed pets? Yes, please.

Did I mention I already have 5 pets? Their names are Sally, Gomez, Mimi, Anakin, and Flomar. I won’t go into detail because I’m sure they will be the focus on many posts to come.

Anyways, craigslist. My new—completely ridiculous—pet peeve (ha, get it, pet peeve) is people who post animals for “re-homing” without photos. Why? Because you titled the post “Great Dane Puppy and Tiny Chihuahua” and “Playful Christmas Kittens” which warrants cute photos. It also entitles me to the gratification that comes with seeing something that promisingly adorable.

Oh, and thank you to “Paco needs a good home”. He is adorable and I love him. We call him Paco Bell. His picture is included above for your it’s-so-cute-I’m-going-to-die pleasure. And also because they will probably take the posting off craigslist soon.