several times before. Sadly, we didn’t have the camera with us, and we were sad about that, believe you me. Obviously I need to stick the old camera in my purse and carry it everywhere with me, and I always intend to do that, but then I have to take it out to get the pictures off the memory stick and then I forget to put it back into my purse because I’m forgetful to the extreme. We spent about 45 minutes at the petting zoo. Fred got to feed raw meat to the lynx, who reminded us a great deal of Mister Boogers, not so much because he ran around like his ass was on fire (he didn’t), but because of the look on his face. Fred thought about petting the lynx – which he’s done before – but was afraid that the lynx would think it was food and take a chomp out of Fred’s hand. There were tons and tons of rabbits, some of them in cages, and several in a little petting area. I picked one up and petted it, but put it down pretty quickly because he was so obviously terrified. We fed little bitty pigs and checked out the Patagonian Cavys (and fed them, too), but of course my favorite by far were the itty bitty baby pygmy goats. There were a couple in a fenced area where you could go in and hold them, but there were kids in there doing just that, so we stood outside the fence and petted them and the two little lambs in there with them. The woman who runs the petting zoo (along with her husband) picked up one of the lambs and told me that he really liked to be held. The next thing I knew, she’d dumped him in my arms and walked off. He was the cutest little thing, just sitting there while I held and petted him, and I sniffed his head to see what he smelled like, and he had that exact same raw-peanut smell that kittens do. Fred came over and I handed the lamb over to him, and then we reluctantly put him back in his pen and then Fred went to use the port-a-potty, and I checked out the rabbits one last time, and we left. On the way home, my face started itching something fierce. My left eye got all bloodshot, and I scratched my face until it was bright red. It’s safe to say that I was having a reaction to something at the zoo, whether it was one of the animals or something in the air, I have no idea. We called the spud to see if she was ready to be picked up, and she said she wanted to stay later, so we went home. I took out my contacts and slathered my face with hydrocortisone cream and then we got in bed and talked for a few minutes before taking a 45-minute nap. In the same bed! The horror! The spud called when Fred was making dinner (egg burritos – recipe: scramble eggs. Put in flour tortilla. Eat.) and asked if she could stay later. He told her if she could get a ride home from someone she could stay later, she talked to her friends, and then said she’d call at 5:45 for us to come pick her up. We ate, we went and picked her up, we came home, she disappeared upstairs, and then we watched four episodes of The Shield, Season 3. That’s a busy, busy Saturday for us. It was kind of nice to get out of the house for the day, actually.
For some reason, The Boog likes to jump down in this little space next to my desk (perhaps he enjoys the ten tons of cobwebs) and smack that bottle top around.
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My husband and I don’t wear wedding bands either – in fact, we decided to not even waste the money in buying them. Everyone at work thinks we’re on the brink of divorce because of it.
Oh, I miss my pygmy goat! I forget what a pain he was, and only remember the cuteness.
I just checked and “The Shield” is starting on March 15th. Yeah!!!
Hey, put your camera in your damn purse woman. I’m sitting here being bitter about no baby animal pictures. Grrr. Argh.
And thank you very much for my brain virus of the week “don’t be lickin’ me no mo.” What a twisted little show.
I don’t wear my wedding ring because it doesn’t fit anymore and I refuse to have it sized because damn it I am going to lose the weight and it will fit again and actually get too big and I”ll have to have it sized smaller. My husband who gained weight after we got married had his sized larger but then he was sick and lost 40 lbs and now it is too big. Ocassionally I will wear my anniversary ring because it fits okay and actually is a little loose because I have lost some weight. Mostly though I don’t wear any jewellery because it bugs the crap out of me.
Robyn, please enlighten me. What was up with the “breakfasy” notify comment? Enquiring minds want to know!
“old people always know where the good food is.” I swear, that is the quote of the year! 🙂
Spouse and I don’t wear wedding rings (job safety [rings catch on machinery and rip off fingers], theft and various weight issues) and we’ve been married over 25 years. But you never know….we might divorce any day now…..heh.
gah! peanut shells! That’s it! I’ve been trying to put a name to that smell for nearly 3 years.
Sharon
I always feel like my rings are choking me when I wear them….hmmmmmmmm…does that mean down deep deep deep in my twisted redneck brain that I equate wearing my rings as being bound and that my marriage is choking the life out of me?…..aww shucks…that’s too much thinking for my twisted redneck mind…..pshaw…next I’ll be taking advice from Dr. Phil.
Actually the main reason I don’t wear jewelery is because I’m outdoors mucking around a lot and it’s in my way….I use my hands a lot and am having to take rings/bracelets, whatever off so I don’t damage then….then end up not remembering where I last left the farking thangs :p
Love dat Mister Booooooger
Heh. I think you might be just a little sensitive about the rings. Maybe.
I don’t wear a wedding band either….
Some interesting information about the tradition of rings.
http://www.wedfrugal.com/files/engagementringhistory1.html
My sister used to let her daughter who was a toddler at the time look at and play with her wedding ring. Needless to say it eventually was lost because of this. Twenty some years later her husband was working in the garden and saw something shiny. It was her wedding ring!
My husband and I don’t wear our rings either. The company we work for doesn’t allow any jewelry at all.
i know you have probably toldus a million times, but what is that box thing around Mr Boog’s neck??
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I have to say about the OC, we’re on the second season here in Australia and it’s as addictive as desperate housewives! You’ve unwittingly dropped a hint about what’s to come in future episodes over here!!!