Sometimes weird stuff happens

I've been thinking about getting finches. Friends say i'm lonely, now that both of my boys have emptied my nest (with some prodding from me). I thought: Ok, maybe I do need a pet I can be attentive to. Let's face it, two fishies in a gallon tank don't send out the "I love you too" vibe alot.

Now, to know me is to know that, after 22 years of nurturing my boys, I'm not looking for alot of work here. I've had times where just turning on the light on the tank for said fishies and tossing in some flakes was more work than I wanted to commit to. But, the new, improved and sober me had some extra time on my hands, so...

Finches. Don't have to walk them and they wont act like queen bitch of the castle that is my apartment like a cat would. Little birdies, on the other hand... How much work could that be?

So, for no reason whatsoever, I'm driving home from work yesterday when I veer into the PetSmart parking lot and park next to a car that looked like a co-workers. I walk into the store to see, you guessed it, my co-worker! Paying for her doggie food! I mention that I was just gonna look at bird cages, she mentions she knows someone who has two male finches for sale (only $15 each!). I buy some food and stuff for them, go back later for a huge cage that's like $50 cheaper than it should be (finches need long cages to fly in cos they don't get out much cos they're so small), and, at 6:30am this morning, my co-worker drops them off and I'm now the proud mommy of two little bundles of nerves! Well, they don't know me yet and all. And I'm not sure they're fans of "New Rock Alternative" music just yet. They'll get used to it, though, I'm sure.

Weird stuff like how I got these guys has been happening since I got sober! Just one perfect alignment of the stars after another! I was craving last night something fierce. Then I got so busy that I forgot that I was craving. Someone's watching out for me, I think. :o)

Till next time...