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Our sun. How amazing is it? Very. During the summer I curse it and hate it because it makes me too hot and makes me have to cover up every inch of me because I'm scared witless of skin cancer. As soon as it came out for about ten seconds today, I felt like surveying the garden and coming up with a timeline for the many many tasks at hand to put it to bed for the winter.

In a moment of weakness I stopped by the guinea pig/hamster cages at PetSmart and immediately fell in love with a cocoa furred beauty that stared right into my eyes as I cooed and admired him. I did that for about a minute and then realized that he was sitting on a pile of his own poo, each dropping resembling a small kidney bean. Errr...no. The last rodent pet we had was when Mr. M and I were just married; Charlotte the Siberian hamster. We loved her so much but her tiny cake sprinkle droppings and pee stunk up the whole apartment to the point where once a week clean-out/sanitizing wasn't enough. Besides, I never want to find another rodent pet cold and dead in their fluffy nest. I'm still traumatized all these years later. A small boy sidled up to me as I was standing there and exclaimed how cute the small hamsters are. I agreed. He told me that if I was to get one, I should get one while it was very young, otherwise it might bite me when I picked it up. I wished we could have had his advice before we bought Charlotte.

And you might wonder what the sun and hamster memories have to do with each other. The answers is, absolutely nothing.