You might be wondering what the deal is with the stuffed parrot by now. Or maybe you’re not and traveling with a stuffed parrot in your 30’s is normal for you. In that case, you are in the right place. But for everyone else, I’ll explain.
Just before hubs and I left for Canada, we were at a pub having dinner with a friend. I spotted a stuffed pig in a crane game that I had.to.have. So, our friend Jamie decided she was going to win it for me. Only, she didn’t win the pig. She won a parrot instead. Cool, I guess. But a parrot is no pig.
That’s Alan, the parrot, and his savior Jamie.
I decided that even though the parrot wasn’t what I wanted (I know, my life is hard), he was still cute and there’s no reason he shouldn’t enjoy life and get all the love he deserves. After all, it’s not his fault he’s not a stuffed pig. So that night, he started living the life he was never meant to have. It started with one or two pictures, but then it got out of hand.
There’s a lot more. But you get the idea.
Of course, I had to take him to Canada after all that. And he will be on many more adventures because I can’t just love him and leave him. So I thought it was only fair to explain why you will be seeing a dumb, stuffed parrot in future pictures.
Oh, and I did finally get the pig. Hubs found it online and gave it to me for my birthday. 🙂