As of November 15, 2002, my bird, Pikay... is no longer living. =(

So yeah... I see my mom driving up to our driveway, right? I instantly remember that I forgot to do the dishes and she would start yellin' at me if yuo found me on the computer instead of cleaning or whatever. I go downstairs, rush to the sink, and started cleaning the dishes. She walks in, brings in the groceries and goes, "What the.... WHEN DID PIKAY DIE??????" Me: "What?"

Duuuurrrrrrrr.

BLAH!!!! My brother threw her at me while we were outside burying her. omg. My brother sucks big, monkey balls. -_-; Blegh. Now, we only have three birds: Baby, Pancake and *Blue*. Yeah, I know.. we have wierd names for our birds. Pikay I believe... is the second bird to die. We had another one, named Pikoy, but he died like last year. ANOTHER bird, friggin flew out the door last summer... and we assume he died. BLAAAAHHHHHH. *cries*