I'll be happy to believe in Bigfoot, when (1) someone finds the DNA, or (b) a Sasquatch steps in front of my car.
Considering how much hitting a deer can mess up a car (and its driver), I'd not be so happy to believe in case (b). More like, my last words would be "ARE YOU SHITTING ME?!?"
I'm assuming, in that scenario, that I would stop in time to avoid hitting my Sasquatch, and we would stare dumbfounded at each other for a moment until he loped off into the nearby woods and disappeared, and I would spend the rest of my life
never telling anyone.
But I'd
know.
My husband LOVES Finding Bigfoot. And he has a PhD! In Science! But he loves the idea of cryptozoology. I have to leave the room, although I love the stoner guy Bobo, who is exactly like a guy I worked with on every single archaeology field project I did in the US.
Hey, so I have a new stepbrother!
I mean, not NEW new: he's, like 48. But he was born and given up for adoption a few years before (step)mum's first marriage, and they only just found each other and met for the first time this weekend. I'm amazed and thrilled and overwhelmed for everyone, and I can't even BEGIN to imagine how it must be for them. Just, wow.
(also: family resemblance so strong that if he and my sis had ever walked down the same street at the same time they would've reunited decades ago. DEAD. RINGERS.)
Well, Yankee-istas will be happy to know that Rhode Island is surprisingly squatchy. I guess.
ETA: Congratulations, Amych!
Wow, that's amazing, amych.
Awesome that you heard from Miss Louise, sara!
And ita, I see the same thing as everyone else using IE (I know, I know) on a Windows machine.
More like, my last words would be "ARE YOU SHITTING ME?!?"
If he is, your death will also tell us something about Sasquatch's regular diet.
Hey, so I have a new stepbrother!
Wow! Very cool. How's your step-mom dealing with it?
How's your step-mom dealing with it?
Stunned, thrilled, mixed with random bursts of tears? You know, like you do with huge life-realigning things.