Hello, Blog. I’ve missed you. I’ve thought about you constantly. I’ve jotted notes to myself, about things to tell you.
But then I haven’t written.
And now that I am writing, I’ve apparently forgotten how to create witty titles or write about interesting things. Yes, Blog, I know, I’ve failed you once again.
It makes me want to invest in a cedar closet. Hold on, let me pass that idea by Jeff. If I’m not back in 5 minutes, you can assume I’m weeping inconsolably in disappointment at my flat-out rejection by him.
Hold on, let me get a kleenex and wipe that last tear from my eye. SNORK. Eww. (Am I the only person who’s amazed when I blow my nose and I’ve been crying and the snot is perfectly clear?)
Even though Jeff is the meanest meanie poo ever, he does stomp on bugs for me:
Giant ones. In the Monsanto Insectarium. Damn you, Monsanto! (for a variety of reasons, which I shall not delve into right now).
The failus faceus makingus is a species of near-human intelligence, characterized largely by the inability of males and females making humorous or grotesque faces at the same time. When the male of the species makes a humorous or grotesque face, the female does not. And, as you can see in the following image, vice versa:
So let’s just look at a baby giraffe instead:
Giraffes always have been my favorite, you know. I’m so happy to own one now. I’m going to go put scrunchies in its mane and knit it a scarf and teach it how to give the cats a ride.
OK, you called my bluff. I returned the giraffe yesterday, as he kept smacking his head on the doorframes. Who knew a tiny baby infant would be 7 feet tall?
PS>These photos were taken with my new P&S camera, which I’ll blog about sometime very soon. All of the animal photos were taken on the auto setting, at 7x zoom.