Peckish or Peckered?

Some of you have asked for updates on the Hamster brood in the house.  So far it seems the babies have all survived.  The adolescent hysteria and shrieking rodent sounds I heard over the phone appeared to have been greatly exaggerated.  It seems the hamster mother was merely eating the afterbirth and moving the babies around. I still intend NOT to be the primary caregiver for these critters.  Among my blog readers I have those who are sensitive toward the rodents and those who are sensitive toward me.  I still love those of you advocating for the rats.

My family refers to my blog pals as Freaks in the Box.  It's a term coined by Logo's husband but adopted enthusiastically by my crew.  I must say there are times when the freak level astounds even me....but proving my own freakiness...I like it!

Case in point, Hilary seems like such a lovely, artistic, mild-mannered, kind, and caring blogger, and she is indeed all of these thing, as demonstrated publicly by her wonderful blog as well as encouraging words regarding Calyspo she took the time to email me.  But let me tell ya, the gal can fly her freak flag high when she thinks it will cheer up a person who is feeling frustrated or burnt out.  Don't believe me?  Read this link she emailed me.  Really.  Go read it now and come back.  I'll wait.  Just don't drink anything while reading it.  I won't be responsible for you spewing your beverage on your monitor.

As I perused my email, I also found the images below forwarded to me by Cricket, via Suldog.  If you happened to read through my comments you may have seen Cricket's suggested recipe for Curried Hamster.  This is all just deliciously demented.

Oh, and I have to thank you, Hilary and Cricket,  for basically creating my post tonight and Suldog for helping them pass things along...and I'd like to thank Diana for providing rich blog fodder...the creators of Photoshop...my mother for not eating me when I was young...and the academy of blog arts and freakiness.