A few days ago Cliff took Pepper to the vet to have her wings and toenails clipped. When they returned, Cliff handed me some paperwork that indicated that this little bird was overweight. Now 22 grams may not sound like much, but the last time I had her weighed, she was a skinnier 16 grams. So I phoned the vet to ask about this. The answer? Bring her back in for a checkup, and to see what can be done about her weight.
I had visions of a bird doing sit-ups, or using tiny barbells, or Cliff taking her on walks with a tiny leash and collar around her.
So this morning (Thursday) Cliff took “Chubby” Pep back to the vet. The two of them just came home. “So?” I inquired. “How does she lose weight?” Cliff’s response: “The vet says she’s fine. It’s muscle.” Now her nickname can be Muscles Poopsalot.
After a real crusher of a landing in Johannesburg , the attendant came on with, "Ladies and Gentlemen, please remain in your seats until Captain Crash and the Crew have brought the aircraft to a screeching halt against the gate. And, once the tire smoke has cleared and the warning bells are silenced, we will open the door and you can pick your way through the wreckage to the terminal.."
Part of a flight attendant's arrival announcement: "We'd like to thank you folks for flying with us today.. And, the next time you get the insane urge to go blasting through the skies in a pressurized metal tube, we hope you'll think of SouthWest Airways."