Well, we finally found tenants for our apartment. I have happily stopped cleaning, and have made token moves in the direction of packing the house. Why am I not spending this weekend frantically putting everything in boxes and suitcases? Because this weekend we had to make a family pilgrimage to Bethesda Maryland to drop off our guinea pigs, Pumpkin and Penelope, who will be living with the Bethesda Auerbachs while we're off in the Holy Land.
In fact, the original title of this blog was "Pumpkin and Penelope in the Holy Land." That was before I found out that it is impossible to find an airline that will let you bring a guinea pig in the cabin with you. Dogs? Cats? Rabbits? Sure. But no guinea pigs. When guinea pigs evolve to get opposable thumbs (and drop the whole passive prey animal attitude) surely they will sue the airlines. I mean, come on! Rabbits? Everyone knows what troublemakers they are.
So Josh drove down in a borrowed Mini Cooper convertible with the pigs, while the girls and I took the Vamoose bus. (Ask us who got the better deal and you will get diverging opinions). The pigs are safely ensconced in their new cage, and the Bethesda Auerbachs are duly daunted by the amount of work involved in caring for livestock such as these.
When we return, we'll have 10 days till the movers come. Eek. Or, as the piggies would say, Weep! Weep!
