Now let me explain a few things about Owl and I before you judge us too harshly. As tiny, little, wee, innocent embryos we are virtually unaware of the concept of holidays. However, we are fully cognizant of our birthweeks. So when November 26th rolled around, we knew it was our 2nd week of life/growth and had to throw a little soiree. Unfortunately, this did not have quite the effect we intended. Mom and dad didn't know what to make of the ruckus we were making and their thanksgiving was more like a stress-giving holiday. But, on the upside, we made so much noise that the next day mom's pregnancy test came back soooo positive that the doc was pretty sure we both decided to stick around.
Even with the drama we caused, Owl is convinced that every Thursday we try and do a little something for ourselves.
I emphasized the "little" part.
Owl suggested, "Dance party!"
I reminded Owl that we wouldn't even have arm or leg buds for another two weeks.
Owl screamed, "Spa day!"
We will have to wait and see.
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