Beer served in a koala would be cool, though.

I think that depends on how you're supposed to get the beer out of the koala.

Drunk koala's, on the other hand = comedy gold (isn't that what the eucaliptice do to them, basically? - paging billytea).

i never take baths.

you say that now . . . I find that when I have a bathtub that I can actually be comfortable in (being 5'10 and plus sized means that regular tubs are not my friends)

I am so tired that I think I am going to DIE. t /melodrama

Dude, Jilli was covered in Gerard Way buttercream long before shrift started in on the conversion process.

I would like some Gerard Way buttercream! And if he would like to bring his hotass wife and a Frank, I would not object.

Poor little wanna-snake-be with a learning disability....

Actually, a key difference between the snakes and the slow worms is that the former are deaf, while the latter hear just fine.

Drunk koala's, on the other hand = comedy gold (isn't that what the eucaliptice do to them, basically? - paging billytea).

Nah, that's a bush legend. They're just lazy. (Eucalyptus leaves aren't very nutritious and they're kind of toxic, so koalas spend most of the day bumming around, which looks a lot like being hammered.)

There's a bar in Madison where you can get a beer in a boot. A nice glass boot.

But you have to take care with the boot, because if you don't hold it right while drinking, it will kick beer in your face.

So basically koalas are The Dude of the animal kingdom?

Ew to the sick. Ew to having to look for a new doctor. YAY to the hoodie.

who's a bit congested and therefore inconsolable. And I kept thinking, "sister, you should meet Gracie, she's got tubes and stuff and is WAY MORE CHEERY, SO BUCK UP, BUCKAROO."

But for Naeve, it is the worse thing ever. Grace and Noah get inconsolable over things that are big (and often little) to them but it's a different frame of reference.

Yesterday, I walked into Grace's room at 4:00 AM and there were 8 people huddled around her crib (never a good sign). She was having some respiratory distress and was just being settled back down, cleared up etc. She'd been fussed with for a couple of hours and she was PISSED. But she saw me and K and smiled and was calm for several moments. Then the charge nurse came in and put the stethascope on her to listen to her tummy and lungs and Grace had a conniption. I had to say to her, "Listen. I know it doesn't hurt. You're fine. You just don't like it. So stop." And she did.

Inconsolable is never fun.

The Dude Koala abides.

Also, randomly, I lost the beautiful pin that closes this wrap sweater that I bought in NZ. So I used a diaper pin today. I so don't care.

So basically koalas are The Dude of the animal kingdom?

They are outduded by the mighty sloth, who doesn't even bother holding itself upright and moves at such a rate that algae grows all through its hair.