Yup, I'm going to write a cute pet story. It's embarrassing, but I can't stop laughing. I have this blue and gold Macaw. I'm writing a book that features parrots and I wanted to learn a little, so he's a loaner, damaged parrot. His feathers are growing back. I'm trying to spend time with him (or her, who can tell?) so he sits in my office while I work and I carry him around the Slammer as I go about my day. Today, for my shower, I took him into the bathroom and perched him on the top of the shower stall and I started my ablutions. When I got to washing my hair, well, I have really long hair and I wash violently. So, to get the water out of my hair, I whip it around quite a bit. My eyes are closed, and I'm washing away and every time I flip my hair, I hear an angry chicken squawk. My hair is splashing Mr. Mason, he's getting mad and he's squawking like a Gilbert Gottfried cartoon parrot (more like a pitiful chicken truth be told). Man, it got me laughing. Flip the hair, squawk, flip the hair squawk. I could not stop laughing. And when I was done washing my hair he was madder than a wet hen. I still can't stop laughing. And I read it on my screen, and it's not that funny, it's just a stupid cute pet story that I hate. So, I guess I've learned a little bit about having a pet. You tell stupid stories.

Penn

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