blather

I keep forgetting some things.
I was singing along to the radio one day,
"despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage...."
voice from the back seat: "Great song, Mommy."

last week I had on black cotton/lycra pull on pants. Mayra decided they are my Urkel pants.

This morning we were listening to the radio and Mayra was humming along with Quiet Riot.
Good times.
On the lizard front, I was SO STRESSED last night.
We got home from Petco, got the lizards in the enclosure, wanted to offer them food, only to find we had a takeout container of totally dead cricket carcasses. Had to dash back out to Pet Smart for live crickets.
Get back home to find hideously brown Anoles in a habitat that is inexplicaly too cold. Shine an extra lamp on the habitat to warm things up. Humidity keeps dropping too low as well. Had to make another trip to Pet Smart this morning.
I actually took time off from work to check the lizards (crap on a crutch) One is doing well and even ate a cricket for me. The other, we're in wait and see mode with. I'm hoping he/she will be better adjusted to the new abode when I go home this evening.