The Fickle Parrot

Anyone who knows me, knows I have no will power… At all. Especially when it comes to food, which is why I don’t let myself have too much to eat around the house or it will be gone as soon as I put it on the shelf. I’m the last person who should be allowed into a buffet, because I’m a hazard to my own health. I’m currently suffering from a food hangover, and it isn’t pleasant. I didn’t know this was possible, but I swear that I have a headache brought on by what I ate.

The buffet had a freaking chocolate fountain. What was I supposed to do? What would you do?

On the other hand, this Buffet has never done me wrong:

Seattle has had some unpleasant weather so far this year. We’ve managed to avoid having nice days for the most part until the past week. Then all of a sudden today it was nearly 90F out. I’m not complaining, as I enjoy decent weather, but where did that come from? According to the forecast we should be back to the mid 60’s tomorrow.

I used the good weather as an excuse to accidentally get drunk on a Tuesday afternoon. Oops.

Today I discoverd that it is possible to keep flying squirrels as pets. This was news to me. I think I would like to get one.

I haven’t had any sort of pet since I was a child, but I’ve toyed with the idea from time to time. I thought I wanted a dog, but I don’t like the idea of leaving an animal roaming around my home while I’m gone every day. These guys are small enough that they can enjoy life in a cage while I’m away, and they will spend most of that time sleeping as they are nocturnal animals.

A potential plus or minus depending on how you look at it is that these guys live from 10 to 12 years. If it turns out that this guy isn’t for me, we get to spend the next decade giving each other cold looks. When I was a kid, my little sister had a pet cockatiel. That bird was vicious. It hated everyone except my father. He it loved. Those birds live roughly 17 years. That’s a long time to care for a pet that hates you. Some time after both my sister and I were away at college, my parents gave that bird away to another home. I’m not sure exactally how old that bird would be now, but there is a chance it is still out there somewhere hating me. That troubles me.

Given that the idea of getting a pet flying squirrel only occured to me today, I’m going to think on it a while before I make a decade changing decision. As of right now, I think I’m going to get one and name it either Franklin or Marta depending on sex.

Update (7/8/2007): What the F was I thinking? Like I was ever going to get a pet. Come on.