Things I Don’t Understand, Items 761 thru 763

761. How every person in LA harps on the fact that every person in LA freaks out when it rains
762. Pet rats
763. What it really means to love someone a bushel and a peck

6 Comments on "Things I Don’t Understand, Items 761 thru 763"

  1. PJ says:

    #761 After running errands one day and overhearing numerous conversations, I noted that almost every conversation I heard that day was a tale about how put-upon the speaker had been. It made me wonder where all the put-uponers were. Did you ever hear somebody talk about what a nuisance or ass hole they had been to somebody that day?

  2. midlyfemama says:

    Once upon a time, when MidLyfeMama was YoungAdultMama, she had two rats that were her psychology lab rats. At the end of the semester the rats were typically euthanized. You can imagine the distress this caused the young maiden. So she spoke to her high school psychology teacher, whose enthusiasm for the inner workings of the mind and psyche was so infectious that it led to the fair maiden to choose psychology as her major, and arranged for him to inherit the rats at the end of the term. The problem was getting the rats from college to home, 4 hours away.

    Let us just say that the queen mother of our fair damsel was never the same after making that drive with two rats in the back seat of her car and land speed records might have been broken, if anyone was paying attention.

  3. Meg also had a psychology pet rat that she trained to run a maze, and shoot a rat style basketball. It perched on her shoulder and was a faithful mate when she cleaned the rat cages and fed all the other rat friends weekly.

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