If there's a furry of activity with badgers, there must be a snake.
Mmm. Mushroom. Mushroom.
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If there's a furry of activity with badgers, there must be a snake.
Mmm. Mushroom. Mushroom.
Unless they are in Kenya.
Christmas at a working Westen cattle ranch is a trip. First everyone was roping cattle mannequns in the backyard before dinner, then we had real tacos with beef from the ranch, and we ended with a white elephant gift exchange in which I won a cattle-pult with plastic cows to shoot at people. The night ended with an invite to come out and ride a day on the ranch with the cowboys (which would likely kill me, but I'm so going to take them up on it someday). Too much fun. This is my aunt's family in Oracle, AZ, and it's about as real as the Wild West gets these days.
So long as nobody's wearing a turkey suit. That kind of behaviour would just lead to unsavoury remarks about stuffing and turkey basters.
Unless they are in Kenya.
See, then it would be a lion suit. Or possibly a tiger suit.
Coincidentally, 3 friends have just meandered off home after visiting us this evening, and one of them is originally from Kenya. (And another of them seems to be obsessed with monkeys, which made me sorry that nobody in the room was of a Jossian frame of mind. Well, you know, other than me.)
G'night all.
A tiger?! In Africa?!
Merry Christmas, everyone!
I have brought the dog with me and he apparently has the same love-hate relationship with my sister that I do. Sunday he madly humped her arm. Monday he bit her.
Ginger, if I could COMM from the BlackBerry, I so would.
...and it's comm'd!
I'm having to do kind of a post 'n' run, but I wanted to congratulate askye on her impending auntness.
Thanks!
I called Mom back tonight bubbling over with -- "you know what we need to get the baby?" and "squee!!!! I'm making a list of all the books I'm going to get for him/her! Pat the Bunny, Winnie the Pooh, Our Animal Friends at Maple Hill Farms, Knuffle Bunny, Dr Suess! Roald Dahl!" Mom laughed, because she'd kinda been thinking along the same lines.