Well, here we are. One week since I began whining like a little baby, and what do we have? Absolutely nothing. No babies, not a one. Still I pretend to wait patiently. I pretend not to have digestive difficulties as a result of my constant worrying. No, I'm not worried. What's to worry about right? I haven't had a baby since long ago last year. Here it is the second to the last day in March and still no babies. Nobody wringing out that baby Boa/goo combination for me to smell over the aroma of my morning coffee. No goo under my nails. No treats of Momma nailing me for daring to enter her special birth chamber where she awaits any intruder. No bouncing off the wall with glee to find those little gray guys I love so much. No. Not me. I have not such a burden. At least not yet. Still... my baby Boa bucket sits waiting with clean unused aspen in it. Still I can only report, again, no babies, not a one.

I need a hug.
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