Why in God's name are my Greys such hellishly awful slobs? Seriously. I can clean up the place, change the papers in their rooms, dust and tidy up on Tuesday and by Thursday my place is a wreck again. What... Continue Reading →
First Class Lavatory of a 737...looks just like the coach lavatory. People sometimes wonder why I can casually wipe parrot poop off of the back of my T-shirt with a napkin and go on typing. "Ewww! How can you stand... Continue Reading →
I don't mind vacuuming. Really I don't. I just didn't know it would be a full-time career. I have a good vacuum cleaner and it's rather soothing to be able to run my Dyson vacuum cleaner around the floor and... Continue Reading →
Parrot Nation 