Yesterday. Significantly, I went to school. I went to Steve's. Made meeting plans for my gliders. Made a date next week. So be friggin proud of me.
TODAY! Woke up too early, many times. Got ready, re ready, rereready. Left too early. Went to the dump and then to ACMoore and then met Jamie at the mall! She was super nice, as I assumed but everyone doubts me. She sent me home with a ton of stuff for them and them as well and some info on them. Of course I know about them, but little details about them as individuals.
I brought them home with just a bit of crabbing. I whispered to them and tickled them and it set them off a few times. They didn't seem mad, just annoyed. Slightly. I fought to get a tent up. And we let them in there. They are so sweet. A bit skittish, and easy to frighten, but from what I've read they're angels. They're taking licky treats, barely nipping, only crabbing a bit, no lunging, playing already, curious. I never questioned her but Jamie really must have taken care of them. They're angels. I can't say it enough. I'm so nervous I'll screw something up. But it's all going well so far. Really well. I'm going up to check on them in a minute. I know I'm supposed to leave them to their cage for a few days, but they're jsut so awesome. I want to know them.
I've joined a ferret group of LJ and realized why I never had before now. I love reading the cute stories, and seeing those silly pictures. But for every cute story, there's a story about the rainbow bridge or illness. For every silly picture, there's a rescue attempt for an animal in bad conditions or on death row! And it breaks my heart. I fill with sympathy and then I cry. Becasue they could be me babies. My babies were both adopted. How do I know someone didn't save them from a bad home? The shelters are exploding with animals, ferrets that are older, that were loved, that are lost and confused watching their mommies and daddies cry as they say goodbye. I hate this economy. I hate it so much. I calm down and then I start thinking about it all again and before I know it I'm in tears. It's late. I just need to keep loving my boys as much as I can (and plenty more), and taking the best care of them as I can.
I am, besides these sad stories, having a very nice weekend thusfar. Very good luck, very nice everything. I'm just happy. Maybe my luck is overall turning.