Is Aubrey actually Audrey?

As 2010 screeches to a halt (and not a moment too fucking soon I might add), so we begin to reflect on the year past.
Was I happy?
Did I find balance?
What did I achieve?
What did I learn?
Is Aubrey actually a girl?

I'm serious. For those of you that have read earlier posts, Aubrey, our family hamster, will be familiar to you. Nay, some of you have actually begun to feel somewhat attached to him. Or her, as it turns out.

Soooo....there I was doing what all Type A mothers do late on a Thursday afternoon: tidying up Duplo, whilst playing with the hamster, whilst drinking my 9th coffee, whilst talking to a client on the phone, whilst trying to tie Ben's shoelace. Ben, who was handling Aubrey in a way only Ben can, turned the poor little fucker over.

And I hate to say it, but either Aubrey is a very unlucky fella....or he's a girl.

The thought crossed my mind to rename her Audrey and kit out her cage with Hepburn-inspired decor: a rat version of Breakfast at Tiffany's.

But I've decided against it. Hell if Cher's daughter can rename herself Chaz (born a lovely lass named Chastity), then Aubrey can remain a boy. We have already socialised him into thinking he's one and isn't that half of it anyway?

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