Anyway, my aunt just sent me this little snippet from her local newspaper's adoption section. I'm in love.
We are both in love with ferrets. (Also, my boyfriend's really pale, so "of course it's a completely white ferret." --Stark, upon seeing the snippet)
This leads me to another interesting little factoid...
At the ferret shelter I volunteer at, there are a good number of ferrets that have names of my friends and relatives.
There's Marie, my mom's name,
Pogo, the nickname my dad was given moments after birth and what all his friends call him,
Bill, my uncle,
Rita, my aunt,
Jessie, my best friend,
Crystal, another friend,
Devon, my boyfriend's real name, and
Skittles, one of my chickens's names.
It's like I was meant to be there or something. It's a sign. Ferrets are connected to me. I guess that means they'll always be a figure in my life. Oh well! :)