Cass, heee!

I'm finally able to leave. I'm into OT by an hour since the conference call I came in early for was cancelled. Unfortunatley, I won't get paid the OT. I'm thinking a long lunch some day this week is in order.

See youse all later

ETA: Wow! lori, you guys did a lot - I would have dropped from exhaustion paddling that far. (We're a right U turn from Mother's Beach)

It's a tandem kayak, so we each really only paddled half that far? Har. See you next time!

I know I've already told my story of being traumatized by goats as a child, because no one told me not to put the food in my shorts pocket before I went into the petting zoo thinger.

Aw, I love Sea Lions. I feel bad about the cute Sea Lion Shows because it seems so undignified....

Zoos make me feel this way. I know there are a lot of Buffistas who love animals more than I do, and know a lot more about animals than I ever will, who love zoos. But they just make me feel badly. I know there's an educational trade-off, and that we learn things to help protect species, but seeing the big cats behind fences, and the apes in cages just feels so wrong to me. It feels like exploitation.

I had a cockroach run down my nightie once.

THAT IS NOT CUTE!

Bird in cleavage, cute.

Goat in pants, cute.

Squirrels in cleavage, cute.

Bait fish, I'll take a pass.

ROACHES ARE NEVER CUTE.

Goat in pants, cute.

My god, woman, what kind of sicko are you?

As a story, I mean. I already said it was traumatic, but as a story, it's all three-billy-goats-gruff.

Wasn't there a musical with singing dancing cockroaches?

On Edit - Joe's Apartment

Squirrel.

Updates Ginger's special Injuries & Incidents file with many exclamation points and interrobangs and much underlining.