Sugar Gliders

I've always (pretty openly) laughed at girls who pick an animal to obsess over and then plaster their walls and cars and notebooks and desks with all that animal crap...you know what I mean, like the dolphin girls? They put dolphin figurines and pictures everywhere...those girls are weird... some girls do weird stuff like that, they obsess over horses too, and frogs...I never got it. Then I bought sugar gliders... I'd never even heard of them until I was enlightened in a gun show in Utah of all places. I saw them, and it was instant love, like heart to heart. I was smitten. I eventually bought two. A boy and a girl, Stitch and Dingo respectively. They are tiny little things with personality just oozing from their teeny bodies. They're marsupials, and they probably have some tazmanian devil in them too...

A Penitent Heart

I haven't logged in since October...that was like 5 months ago...in my own defense I've been busy, but I guess justification is the first sign of a subconsciously guilty soul. Instead of excusing myself I'll attempt to distract you with my wit and charm....ummm...give me a day or two...