I did! They have lots of new babies there. I missed a lot of the birds though and I couldn't find the R2D2-sounding one sadly. The black-footed ferret was hiding too well however. There was a sleepy bighorn sheep that was adorable. And a skunk thiefed his through the condor's enclosure.
Skunk! How cool!
Is it childish not to send your ex-husband a quick "happy birthday" email?
Sorry, I missed this before. I don't think you're under any obligation. You need to decide what you're capable of in this scenario, you're under no requirement to martyr your emotions to appearances. And, my thoughts are with you.
Can I date her?
Sure, I hear counting the rings works well.
So much gronk. I woke up with a massive headache this morning, probably a combination of period and dehydration. And, since I walked to and up the Acropolis in high-heeled dress shoes that are a bit small, my feet are a mass of blisters and soreness.
The concert was pretty good, though. It was a work thing, so we had to schmooze a little with various contacts, but that wasn't bad. We were sort of coat-tailing with 1500 All-State Insurance star performers, who were getting the concert as part of their reward. I had forgotten what Americans look like, so it was interesting from that aspect. And they were much better behaved than I was expecting.
The Lord of the Rings concert event itself was a lot more tasteful than the schedule had indicated; I was prepared for pole-dancing elves. But they did that part of the evening straight (we left after that, so it may have deteriorated from there). Most of the choir were high school students, and I ended up sitting across from a couple of them on the metro on the way home. I gave them my program, as they didn't get one, so they could have a memento with their photos and names and all, and they really did a lovely job.
Off to get milk and have breakfast.
my Mom...
Not my fault!
I hope you feel better, Raq.
Skunk! How cool!
It really was. He was running to and fro, dodging. Very cute. Also not startled, which is good with skunks.
Oof. So tired. Off to sleep.
Cass, she dated a stock car driver.
And she didn't even SLEEP with him!
stoopid cat. washed his paw. resatarted the bleeding . panicked DH and I. and then got Blood everywhere. ick. I'm traumatized. the cat is waiting for snacks.
Poor kitty.
My cat is currently sulking upstairs on DH's socks. He's really not liking this whole "baby" thing.
Timelies!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AIMEE!
Poor Raq! I hope your head is feeling better. Also, I hope you've got some comfy shoes to wear the next few days.
Poor kitty! I'm sure he'll be fine, though.
Day 2 of up by 4am. I just took a little sleeping pill so that I can hopefully sleep, or at least doze, for a few more hours. Gronk.
Good lord, Cindy.
I
want to go over there and yell at the Doctor's office. Idiot people. You should totally bollock them. If she did this to you, who the hell else is she going to do this to? Kick her ass!
Susan, I respect the fact that you're not content to just dismiss the contest thing with a "Oh, clearly it can't be my prose that's at fault" kind of arrogance, but it
does
sound like these contests are very rigidly looking for writing-by-numbers. Bugger that.
"I shall give ye, O Woman, a Man of such sexiness that THOU SHALT NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH YESELF.
I really enjoyed the paean to Bean (who is from Sheffield, only a few miles South of
Barnsley,
where Raq should move), but the YESELF did pull me up short. 'Specially since we still use thee and thy and other archaic forms in Yorkshire dialect, and Mr Bean wouldn't get it mixed up himself. Well, and nor would God, obviously, being God. Although I suppose that, being God, he's entitled to coin whacky new usage if he wants. What with the deity and all. Hmm.
