We have whitetails, blacktails, mulies, and elk. The whitetails and mulies wander randomly through suburbia. Never see them as roadkill--people just expect them. I've even seen them on city streets transitioning from residential to commercial.

Whitetails back in NC were about the size of a German Shepherd on stilts--bigger if the food source was better and dependable. They run a little bigger here. Blacktails are similar, apparently a little shyer, I've seen them mostly in woods and pastures, grazing with the cows and horses and goats. Not so much with the llamas and alpacas, though. Or the bison.

What?

Mulies on a suburban lawn. Man, mulies are the poor stepsister at the pretty deer prom--it's whitetails all the way with the good eye makeup and the Bambi looks.

Elk I've only seen in pastures. They're very shiny. They tend to clump together in herds, whereas the deer forage in small groups or singly. Around the base of your defunct satellite dish in the side yard.

And I'm with Erin. I've said for years, make me Queen of the Universe for 10 years and I'd whip everything into shape. PLAY NICE, DAMMIT!

One of the other things I like about Twitter is that some of my rock star crush objects actually post to it.

raises hand Following everyone on Leverage and White Collar and a few Whedon alums, right here.

When I was in college, a bunch of us country kids went on a church trip to the zoo in Pittsburgh, and we stood outside the pen and said, "They have deer? In the zoo?"

Har! That exact thing happened to me when I moved to New Jersey. My boyfriend (total city boy) took me to the little zoo in the local park, and there were DEER. I said, "What, did they hide and wait for some deer to wander by and quick build a fence around them?" He stills remembers that as one of the funniest things he ever heard. sigh

Yeah, you can tell mulies have self-image problems, they're always hiding in thickets going "Don't look at me."

You look pretty shifty with your moving all over the country, sampling states to take back, with your ethnic-y foods and darker than is comfortable for a lot of people complexion!

::glances down at whiter than fish belly legs::

Uh-huh. All righty then.

Uh-huh. All righty then.

*smooch, again*

And also? My sister. I wore shorts on my walk with Em the other night and I swear, I looked like I was wearing sheer white pantyhose. I'm gonna join the gym with a tanning bed package.

And random also also? Why did my MiL send me a Mother's Day card addressed to Mrs. Joseph Conat? WTF, MiL?

I told him that if he couldn't eat the whole thing he shouldn't take it down.

He could tryyyyyyyyyyyyy.

Squirrels have gone from marginally cute to a pain. They think my storage room outside is theirs. Clean up should be fun.

One of my friends once really did think I was wearing white hose, when she saw me in a skirt. I was not. She laughed and suggested bronzer. Fish-belly white, indeed.

They had deer at a zoo in Marquette, MI, which, given that they're thick on the ground there, was kind of pointless. Still, when I was a kid it was fun to feed them french fries.

Greg's applying for jobs in New England at the minute, so if that pans out we'd be moving over pretty soon!

Oh, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. Just when we moved down south!

t waves tiredly at smonster and Ginger

I wish we could have done more of a road trip kind of thing to visit you guys and others, but with the kitties in tow, we just couldn't. Ginger, I totally got your email a couple weeks ago, but I was too crazed to respond. I'm sorry!

We didn't take 95 at all for this trip. I refuse. (OK, we took 95/128 to the Mass Pike, but not after that.) We were on 81 to 75 to 40 then 24 today... will be on 24 and 52 (???) through Alabama tomorrow, cross quicklike across a corner of Mississippi and then arrive in New Orleans. It should be our shortest leg, if all goes according to plan.

The cats continue to rock this trip so hard. They wish tonight's hotel room was as big as last night's, but hey, so do we!

We all laugh at Joe when he takes off his shirt in the summer. He glows. Like unto a certain race of vampires. Without the glitter. And Heathclif-esque cloud of brooding.