If you know me, you know that I am deathly afraid of birds. I'll admit, there are some circumstances where I don't mind them. In fact, I love them almost anywhere: in art, pictures, jewelry, on Wendy's crib bedding, and on the National Geographic Channel. Anywhere, that is, EXCEPT in real life. So you can imagine the panic/shock I felt when I had this conversation with Ryan over the phone:
Ryan: Hey... you might be a little mad at me.
Me: Oh no, I hate when you say that. What did you do?
Ryan: I... got us a new pet.
Me: What do you mean? Without me? It better be a beta fish.
(side note: we've already been through 3 dogs, a tortoise, and multiple fish. The man goes through pets like crazy. And to be honest, I'm kinda over the whole pet thing)
Ryan: No, something WAY better. Two little love birds.
Me: Haha, very funny. (He knows I have a fear of birds, I really didn't believe him)
Ryan: I want to name one Linda and the other one Dennis.
Me: Wait a minute. You're serious? I can't believe you didn't even talk to me about it.
Ryan: Sorry, but I had to do it this way. Otherwise you would have said no.
I had to laugh. He's right, I would have said no. But after thinking about it, I realized that a bird might not be that bad of a pet- under a couple of conditions:
1. NEVER let it out of the cage with me around
2. the cage IS NOT inside the house
3. we get to put it in a cool rounded-top vintage bird cage, something like this...
*yes, he's ALREADY traded in the 2 for a different one (what did I say about him blowing through different pets?)
and yes, he likes to carry his bird around the house on his shoulder like a pirate.
