Well, how about that?

[apocalypsos]

I just realized that today is the day that I figured out would be the earliest possible day I could peek into the chinchilla cage and possibly find babies in there.

*peeks in cage*

Nope, none right now.

Okay, granted, I don't really think she's pregnant. I mean, she doesn't FEEL pregnant. She feels just as fat and roly-poly as she always does and isn't acting like she's about to pop out a baby, so unless she's going to have the chinchilla equivalent of a prom baby I don't think one's coming.

Also, HEROES FINALE! WOO!

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[svilleficrecs.livejournal.com]

Heh. She'll be all "La la la, goodness, that was a strenuous poop. AH! What is this very small chinchilla doing in my cage! WTF!"

[allegraconbrio.livejournal.com]

HEROES! YAY!

Chinchilla babies.... I am kind of hoping she is pregnant, because AWW - cuteness, you might post pics! But I get the desire to not own a lot of chinchillas, really, a lot.

[tigriswolf]

Oh, chinchillas! I got to pet one once when I was at ZooCamp. I'd never felt anything so soft.

[astrothsknot.livejournal.com]

Dormice are softer than chincillas.

[astrothsknot.livejournal.com]

What's a prom baby?

And now I have this picture in my head of proud chincilla parents with a wee baby all cuddly and snuggly and my son will melt on a puddle in the floor. You're paying for my carpets if he does.

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

When a teenage girl who's been hiding her pregnancy goes into labor, goes into the bathroom, has the baby, leaves in the garbage, and goes out to dance some more. And the creepy thing is that it's happened more than once. GYAH.

Although apparently it should be "prom night dumpster baby" because 'Dear Abby' had a letter from a woman warning that teenage girls were aiming to get knocked up on their prom nights with "prom babies" so they wouldn't have to go to college.

My GOD, I hate teenage girls sometimes.

*headdesk*

[astrothsknot.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the explanation.

I totally don't understand US culture. When a girl get in the family way here and she's a good student, there's no question of her NOT going to college. My uni had family flats and three creches and a doctors' surgery. You even got all sorts of allowances with essays and exams and timetables. There was no excuse not to get a good grade.

If I had said I wasn't going to college, I'd have been laughed out of town. (My son was born when I was 19. I was six months pregnant at my college interview. At my graduation party, the tutors I'd had kept feeding him cake!)