Sometimes I feel like my parrots are making fun of me.

Earlier today:

Coco: How do birds sing, Draco?

Draco:...

Coco: BIRDS!

Draco: *imitates the birds outside*

Coco: Veeeeeeeeeeerrrrrryyyyyy goooooooooooood!!!

Draco: Hahaha!


I do praise them with enthusiasm, because that's what encourages them to perform tricks, but I don't sound quite like that!


Also: I am not going to sign up for emofest, I am not going to sign up for emofest, I am not going to sign up for emofest...

Wonder how much longer I can resist...

Me: I can count: 1,2,3,4,5.

Coco: I can-- 4,2,4.

Draco: I c-- 4.

Can someone tell me what's so special about four?

*sigh*

10100 / 50000 words. 20% done!

I hope I'll never forget just how soft his coat felt and how fluffy he was. Or how he smelled. He didn't smell bad, like some older dogs, just like an old, dusty fur coat from the thrift store. I don't wear those, but my grandma has a collection. I think I might save one for myself now.

Coco and Draco were very talkative this morning, so I grabbed my camera hoping to make a good video. I pressed the record button, and Coco said, "Hello, what's up?" Then she turned to Draco and said, "Can I have a kiss?" She made a kissing sound, then said, "I love you." And then I realized I hadn't pressed the button hard enough and didn't record anything :(