Blah. I’m still sick. The animals are all wondering why I don’t talk to them anymore. It’s because I lost my voice. First it got husky and sexy, and then it turned squeaky with missing parts, and then it disappeared altogether. I think it’s from all the coughing.
I think I’m on the mend though, because I’m not wearing my pajamas anymore. That’s a very good sign. And I’m not drinking out of my sick mug anymore.
Big news in the career department!
Oboe (the littlest lovebird) and I are going into showbiz! I’ve started teaching him tricks, and we’re going to develop a routine and I’m going to get him a little top hat and a cane and then we’re heading out into the world in search of fame and fortune. We’ve talked about it a lot, and we know we’ll have to start at the bottom, probably doing kids’ birthday parties and so on. But eventually we’ll get our big break (I have connections) and then the rest, as they say, will be history.
Here are the tricks Oboe has mastered so far:
1. Coming when he’s called (if he feels like it)
2. Kissing me when I say “kiss me.”
Whadya think? Pretty impressive?