Wimbledon is the best for vaguely watching while lying in bed. At least, it is as an adult.
I never know what to do with that situation, Jesse, but I think the insoles squish down eventually?
Oh yeah, I forgot that was my other option: Just wait it out.
Arthur is the name of our Corgi. Thus, many headlines are very amusing to me today.
Yay sports fan Grace! "Quick" discharge is a good thing.
I was just saying to Bobby last night when looking at the storm that I knew that I knew an Arthur but couldn't picture the person at all. Now I know!
It was fantastic. More than anticipated.
Because it was up on the page when I first logged on, I must report that we did not see any sloths.
We did see (in the wild) two condors, mama and baby monkey (hello earworm), an Andean wolf, and about 1004 dogs. Also llamas, alpacas, pigs, goats, donkeys. Oh! And a herd of wild horses.
We also went to a rescue center where they rehabilitate and care for wild animals who have been injured, displaced or removed from private homes. A cayman, tapirs, parrots, owls and macaws, turtles, an elusive anaconda, and a serial killer monkey. Ooh, and ocelots and something I disremember that translates to weasel cat. The capybara was being a bitch and wouldn't come out of hiding.
That is wonderful! Did you do okay with the altitude?
Brenda, that sounds fantastic!
Capybaras are noted divas.