It's raining. Again. Still. However you want to look at it, it is raining.
I like warm summer showers that force you to go outside and play in all of the puddles (I wonder where Baba gets his obsession with puddles from?). I don't like this yucky, cold, never ending spring rain. Although, I must admit, the grass is starting to get a little green so that's promising.
But seriously. It can rain at night. When I'm sleeping. I need the sunshine or at least dry cloud-shine during the day/evening so I don't have to run on the treadmill. I strongly dislike running on the treadmill. It is boring. And I feel like a hamster on its wheel.
I wonder if I will ever get to own a hamster. I've always wanted a hamster (among other things) and my mother said when I grew up and lived on my own I could have whatever pet I wanted, but no cousin of a mouse was living in her house.
She lied. Zippy is against the hamster owning idea no matter how much I beg. I'll get Baba involved in my crusade soon. How could he resist, "Hamster, Dadda, please?"
Saturday, March 31, 2007
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