Just when you think everything has hit bottom, the bottom falls out and we hit a new low. Before I get arrested for knocking the crap out of the first liberal I see, I escape to Farmville on Facebook to calm down. Or I talk to my parrots because they make more sense than anything that is going on....then I reload...
Just when you think everything has hit bottom, the bottom falls out and we hit a new low. Before I get arrested for knocking the crap out of the first liberal I see, I escape to Farmville on Facebook to calm down. Or I talk to my parrots because they make more sense than anything that is going on....then I reload...
*******************************************
I don’t have parrots but I certainly can relate.
I have Boxers and on my most horrible, rotten day ever—they can make me laugh and lighten up.
If there’s a survival kit, mine will include my Boxers just as surely as food and family.
The love, loyalty, animation and their booming personality make my life so much more.
Other than family, they’re one of the reasons I’m certain there’s a God.