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I am the world's biggest sucker.

Today, one of the witchy group members called the Engineer and asked him if he knew anyone who'd like a rat. Specifically, a rat of the hairless variety. The Engineer, knowing what an obsessive dork I am, immediately thought of me and told the lady (I shall call her Lily, because she would like that) to bring the rats to tonight's meeting so I could meet them. Not thinking I'd actually immediately fall in love with them and practically cry right then and there because of how goddamn beautiful they all were.

So.

I was steadfast and firm. I was not coming home with a rattie. I don't really have the space for one. And I have so many free roaming mammals as is. I petted their backs with my fingers and scritched many ears and cooed over the curly whiskers.

Then, I made the biggest mistake.
I picked one up. The handsomest one with the white stripe down his nose.

Instant love.

I made a lot of the sad face and cuddled him. I whispered to him about how striking his ears were and how his curly whiskers were the best I'd seen. I repeated over and over "Hi! Hello little man! Hello!"

Yes.
I'm a dork.

I am also a dork who now has a hairless rat.
I named him Aardvark. Aardie, for short.

My mother is unaware of this development, as she was in bed when I got home. So, Aardie is upstairs, at the Engineer's apartment. Pictures to come later.

and with any luck

The revealing of Aardie's existence to my mother went down fairly well. I'd been a bit concerned. She made a few faces at me, moreso over the fact that he's a nekkid rat (as I keep calling him). But, then she started asking me questions and I knew she was hooked.

RAWR! I STAND UNDEFEATED!

I want to go home and take photos of him. STAT. Terribly, terribly excited about having a new baby rat. I miss Nicodemus so much sometimes that it feels like a tangible weight in my chest that she's gone.

I know, I sound like an idiot. But, she was my baby girl and went everywhere with me.

Tonight is Wemble's wedding dress fitting, which should be interesting. Last time, she could barely get her *ahem* expanded ass into the dress.

Okay.
I'm lying.
Well. Half lying.

They (the seamstress) had told her to buy a size DOWN. Which is just ridiculous. Even an amateur like myself knows that it's easier to let out then to take in. So, the dress was already a size smaller then it should have been. Add on top of that the fact that Wemble was stresseating and gained about five to ten pounds (all of which went to her hips and behind, as usual-she's just like her mother). We discovered this issue last week and a new dress had to be ordered. It came in and the final fitting is tonight.

So far, it would appear that the wedding is beginning to kick itself into shape. If she could only get her invitations out! Gar!

I also still have not found hide nor hair of a pair of blue stripey stockings that would fit my ghetto booty ass. I need them in plus size, though they always wind up being too big for me. The regular size doesn't make it up to my hips. And the big size, I could pull right the fuck over my head. *sigh* I can't win.

I'll probably buy a regular size pair and make thigh highs out of them (which means I need a new stocking belt as mine is not only purple, which just will not do, but rather assy).

Aardie! Aardie! Aardie!

hello world, it's the song that we're singing...

( come on, get happy! )