Friday, Jan. 03, 2003 - 9:26 a.m.
I am officially sick of hearing about my supervisor's pet parrot. She talks about it constantly. It's apparently the smartest living being within a fifty mile radius of here. Because when you ask it "Where's the kitty-kitty?" it replies "Meow."
Quick, let's start the campaign now. This bird needs to run for public office. I think the "kitty-kitty, meow" platform is just what we need to get our government straightened out.
I just sat through a thirty-five minute video of her husband coaxing the parrot to do its catch phrase. It was about as exciting as watching rice cook.
She kept saying "Oooh, just watch it! This bird's crazy!" To which I replied, "Oh my. Yes, that is one crazy parrot, alright," as I nursed a can of Dr. Pepper in an attempt to stay awake for this tedious display.
She has this annoying habit of attributing different levels of craziness to everything. On a daily basis, she proclaims to me, "See, you just like me. We crazy." No, we not crazy. You a friggin' lunatic.
