
So remember how I mentioned a few posts back that Katie wanted to buy a baby chicken? Well, somehow Maddy and her decided that a hamster would be better. They combined their money and BEGGED me to take them to the pet store and look at the hamsters. I don't know what I was thinking. I do not like animals. They want attention, they stink, and... they stink. I think I must have fallen in the shower that day and hit my head because, we came home with a hamster!

Meet Fred. I admit he is cute...

I know there is poop and pee in that cage. I am obsessed with the idea
that my house might smell like a hamster. I have
Scentys all over the place - and, I swear, I can still smell him. Everyone
that comes to my house says, "Wow, your house sure does smell like cinnamon." (
Cinnamon and Clove
Scentsy bars...)

Here are Fred's cage mates. I have recently added a
Scentsy spray to the mix. Can a hamster die of candle fumes? Can you imagine it? DEATH BY
SCENTSY... I had better be careful, my kids read this.

Look at those faces! After recovering from my mysterious head trauma, I still can't say no to these babies. (There is a 14 day return policy, I could give Fred the boot if I really wanted to), but I won't because I love my girls and they love Fred.