tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198771418392309411.post490408544484941749..comments2023-10-09T12:14:15.080-07:00Comments on My Own Little Women: Rough DayDanaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10123516143971258222noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198771418392309411.post-51485127677994151682013-02-28T13:52:16.645-08:002013-02-28T13:52:16.645-08:00Oh boy, that sounds so familiar! Ha haOh boy, that sounds so familiar! Ha haAnnie and Familyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17133551098783706674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198771418392309411.post-28521602791644293722013-02-22T22:57:40.825-08:002013-02-22T22:57:40.825-08:00Ha ha ha. I'm glad you're not a gerbil, to...Ha ha ha. I'm glad you're not a gerbil, too. The best part about crappy days is that they aren't crappy forever. They make the good days that much better. <br /><br />And for the record, we don't put books in the gerbil cage. However, we put in toilet paper rolls. And those are very hot items. <br /><br />The other day, Gimpy was trying to play in it and Bash tried to go in after him but Gimpy wouldn't get out. So then Bash and Spyra started chewing on the ends. I think Blackie got a nibble in here or there, but yes, I'm sure snagging a sibling's toy is worth getting your arm chewed off. Bridgethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17064616370181183885noreply@blogger.com