I'm just a 31 year old chick from Rhode Island, married to a Canadian, tattooed, childfree, and a World of Warcraft addict. I fancy myself a photographer, or an artist, but who am I kidding - I count pills and sell drugs to junkies.
I write about everything. If you don't like it, if it's too personal, if you don't want to hear it, if it offends you, if it's about you, I don't care.
I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control, and at times hard to handle, but if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.
In the span of 40 minutes while I took Eddie to work and drove back, Pickle got out again, this time managing to get stuck in the closed bedroom closet. It looks like we’ll be going to get a real cage for her tonight, and using the plexiglass topper from this one to make a new gate, since she seems to have mastered getting over the current one.
Tags: pets, pets
January 11th, 2007 at 12:44 pm
It’s like having children.
January 11th, 2007 at 1:50 pm
Yes, but unlike children, I can just get a better cage that she can’t get out of
January 14th, 2007 at 12:32 pm
[...] Oh yeah since pickle was pulling a Houdini last week, and escaping from her cage, we stopped at Petco, and picked her up a new one, I think she likes it, as it is taller than her other ones. I like it better than her last one. [...]