Casey has named her hamsters Cutip and Poo Tip.
I am not even kidding.
I have no idea which is which.
This weekend Casey told me she needed new locker pictures of her babies,
so I was happy to comply.
And then she told me the names.
I tried to help her think of new names.
And she rolled her eyes.
Maybe having a boy isn't so bad.
Something tells me girls are WAY bigger eye rollers than boys.
My Mom got kittens.
My Mom who HATED our cats while we were growing up.
My Mom who never wanted to touch our pets
or have a thing to do with them.
She got kittens.
She adores them.
We adore them.
I mean, I am actually thinking about moving back home,
just to be with the kittens.
I just read that line out loud to Gary and he rolled his eyes.
Then I told him he reminded me of Casey.
He doesn't know what I am talking about since he didn't read the beginning of this post.
I am not going to ask him how he feels about the name Poo Tip
because I am pretty sure he would like it.
And, if that was the case, I would DEFINITELY have to move.
I can't be living with anyone that thinks the name Poo Tip is acceptable.