As if you coudln't tell by the title, I’ve got some good news and some bad news.
The good news is that some saint bought me a domain. I opened my email to a letter that started “Hey you. I did something today, hope it doesn't offend you.”
I was many things, but offended wasn’t one of them!!!
I don’t know how to work the damn thing, but I’m learning.
I’ve set up a new blog using WordPress, and am in the process of moving all the archives here over to there. That is tedious! I have A LOT of work to do with that cause the import function wont work, and I don’t even want to waste time figuring out why. Currently I’m at 11 of 179 posts!
After I get everything over there and a template up that I enjoy (the one there currently is just a placeholder to keep it from looking TOO drab while I move), THAT will be my blog, and yummydown.blogspot.com will be no more, and Yummydown.com will be officially born!!!!!!!!!!!
Meanwhile, if you want to see any of the old posts here without playing in the archives, visiting yummydown.com will probably let you see some of them.
The hard part is going to be getting it skinned like I want it. I’m not design savvy like Kittyn or Utopia, and it’s A LOT more complicated than a blogger skin. At least to me it is.
Meanwhile, while still floating on the high of the domain news yesterday, it was about 1am, and I went in to feed my rats. I usually feed them right before I go to bed.
When I turned the light on, Buddy didn’t come to the bars of his cage. I tapped on his bars and he sill didn’t come. I stood on my tip-toes and peeped into his house, and he wasn’t in it.
Oh shit, I though, Buddy has gotten out in the house!!!
He’s done that before, while he was still at the pet store. I took the cage down and was about to yell at Robert that he was out. “Oh shit,” I yelled, but before I could say “Buddy’s missing,” I saw him, curled around his food bowl, stiff and unmoving.
Instead of yelling, “Oh shit, Buddy’s missing” I yelled “Oh shit, Buddy’s dead.”
Then I burst into tears, and I’ve been crying off an on ever since. Even at work today.
I was sitting on the ribbon aisle, trying to shelve some ribbon, and thinking about finding Buddy, and how his eyes were still open, and a customer came up to me and asked where something was, and I just started crying, but was trying to hold it back, so my answer was kind of like, “Its *sob* over*sob* by*sob* the*sob* baskets*sob* in*sob* the*sob* back*snot snort*”
The customer looked horrified and said, “That’s okay, honey, I’ll find it” while holding her hands out toward me and backing away slowly like I was a dangerous animal.
I’m having a hard time with this death, because he wasn’t even SICK. I mean, day before yesterday he was acting the same as he had ever day of his life, then last night it was just *poof* and he was gone.
-sigh-
There’s where it sucks to have pet rats. They live such short little lives.
