This past weekend, I nearly lost my Sinny-babe. It happened so fast that there was no time for me to panic, but now that she’s safe and sound and happily munching on rice, I can engage in all the cardiac arrest I want.
She’s such an intelligent, booty-ful bird.
On another note, below are some of what I drew at Dr Sketchy’s this past weekend:
Super-JB (we loveses our precious, yes we do) is at work right now, so I’m noting down random things:
I have gotten tan, and I’m not even in M’sia yet (go Cali). My, is it apparent that I’ve been wearing a halter-top.
You should definitely go to Turtle Talk with Crush if ever you have the chance. It is live, interactive, and hilarious.
“Well, there’s Squirt. . . Shel. . . Shelby. . . Sheldon. . . Shel-a-del-a-ding-dong. . . There’re the twins, Bill and Ted. . . the teens, Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo, Raphael. . . .”—Crush, in reply to an audience question about the names of his 6400 kids.
Also a favorite: when he referred to a bawling audience baby as a “youngling practicing his dolphin cry.” Awesome.
Earlier that day, S had called me because Peepster would not step up to go back in his cage. Li’l misfit. Sin was better behaved, said S. If anything, I’d‘ve expected it to be the other way around. But S put me on speakerphone, and I told Peeps very clearly that he was to step up and behave, no biting, and ooooh, good bird! Later, S said that as soon as Peeps heard my voice, he must’ve thought, “Whoops, I better behave,” because he did what he was supposed to.
Myself, I’d like to think that he thought, “Hmm, okayyyyy. . . I guess if Mommy supports S and gives her the all-clear, then I’d better accept S’s word, then.” ‘Cause I don’t think he’s given her any trouble after that.