Now I am going to tell you something that you can't repeat, okay? The top rock is Seymour and the bottom one is his baby (well one of them) and I got first pick of the litter and chose the light gray one. His name is Roche'. That is "rock" in French.
Now to the reason that I say you can't tell anyone about this yet, I live in a "no pet" building. That means that technically I cannot have a pet rock. I think. But I have decided to ask Dr. Wacks to write me a letter saying I am nuts (well that is not too much of a stretch) and that I need a service rock to keep me from going all postal on somebody. (That's not politically incorrect is it?) Anyway, he'll do it for me I think. If he won't then I'll have to come up with another way to keep my baby. I'll have to get him a little vest I suppose.
When he gets here I will show you his new home and his new "digs". He will be a pampered rock. If he doesn't get here before I leave on the cruise on the 4th I'll have a nanny here to take care of him, otherwise he can go with me. I might have to buy him a ticket if I can't get him onboard in my purse.
Stay tuned, many adventures to follow...