Heh.

We have Gypsy the parrot back for a week while Dixie's ex husband is on vacation. I was eating dinner when I hear *flapflapflap* and the bird walks very calmly into the kitchen and climbed up my pantleg. She perched on my knee for a bit until I could get her onto the waistband of my jeans and walk her back to her perch. She didn't even try to bite me once; I think she was just a bit lonely.

That's new.

Fnergh.

I would love to be working right now.

Unfortunately, my stomach has other plans. :(

ETA, 1:40am... seriously, belly. Knock it off. I would like to stop running to the restroom long enough to get some sleep. Owwww.