I think my parrot is stoned.  Then again, I'm feelin' pretty woozy myself right now.  My husband just sprayed down the sink we're refinishing with marine primer paint, and the fumes seem to be getting to us all, but especially the parrot.

She's just sitting in my lap, nuzzling against me, and making this weird noise that she makes when she's happy- usually when she's getting pet.  But she's not getting pet.  She's just chilling.  If I sit in a normal chair with her and slouch, she lays down between my boobs and doesn't really move.  She'll even let me touch the skin around her eyes.

It's bad because all the windows in our house are open to try to get air flow, but there's no wind right now, so ventilation isn't so great.  I wish we had fans.

Oh, well.  Instead, I have a stoned parrot.