Sugar Glider food…

My son loves having pets that not many people have, well, as least around here. Since he was in the dorms in college and was not allowed to have his dog there, he decided to get a small pet. Not anything like a hamster or fish or anything like that, he decided that he wanted a Sugar Glilder. What may you ask is a sugar glider?

Cute isn’t it?

So they are almost out of food, easy enough right? Just go to the store and get food, they eat a lot of human type food such as yogurt, eggs, veggie, fruit ect. I can solve this by a simple trip to Wal-mart. I was in the city anyways, so the stop there was not a big deal. I am carefully choosing these items, I don’t want to mess it up. What kind of fruit do they like, watermelon? strawberries? peaches? I settle for oranges and apples, and some precut fresh veggies.

Oh, while I am here I will pick up a shower gift for my cousin, his wife is getting ready to have thier first child. All kinds of baby do dads go into my cart. All is well right? Time to check out.

Oh good, no line is this one, I put my things on the belt and Lewis is there to assist me.

Lewis: Oh, your lips are dry.


Me: Oh no, this lip balm is for my son.

Lewis: Oh, I would tell him to get a job.


Me: He’s in college

Lewis: Oh, I went to college, I took philosophy, and I’m a carpender.

please don’t talk to me any more, my intellgence is dropping every second you speak

Lewis: You have a young one too?? (as he scans the butt balm)

Me: no, that is for my cousin’s wife

Lewis: What?? Your husbands wife? You are okay with that?

I quickly pay, and scurry off. Wondering why I picked the pyscho line. Oh yeah, no line.

As I drive home, I realise that I can connect my Crackberry to play through my car speakers. Pandora here I come! I pick my favorite station. Bitch radio, I’m not kidding that is what it is called. For some reason they are playing lame songs, so I skip, still lame, skip again, lame, skip, lame, skip, lame……no skip. What??? I don’t want to listen to this…WTF???? Bitch! Oh yeah, Pandora, basically told me to sit down and shut up and listen to it wants to play. I’m not happy about this at all.

Still pissed at Pandora, I pull into my driveway. GREAT the dogs are waiting for me and happy to see me. Mandy the fetch loving dog, normally has a tennis ball in her mouth. It’s dark and peering out my car window I am trying to figure out what in the hell she has in her mouth. I am pretty sure I am not going to like it whatever it is. Opening the door, it hits me the, the smell, OMG I want to hurl!!!! I am pretty sure she had a piece of the grim reaper. Nothing could have smelled worse. She is so proud of herself, growling like she does when she gets all excited. She wants me to throw it, and all I want to do is throw up. Tucking my nose in my t-shirt, I scurry into the house holding no less than 10 plastic bags full of stuff. Thankfully, she does not bring it in the house, like she has tryed to before.

As I get in the house and feed the gliders, they snub me. They don’t like oranges.


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