"You. You and your crazy life. You and your geographic anomaly. You and your drunken lesbianic ways and terrible navigational skills." - ProfArt and her holy baby
I'll come back in a bit. H is pissed that I took his work to the Internets like a loon, which is fair. He is not pleased with my zealousness, and I'm sorry for spazzing out and letting you all down.
I'll come back in a bit. H is pissed that I took his work to the Internets like a loon, which is fair. He is not pleased with my zealousness, and I'm sorry for spazzing out and letting you all down.
Hey, this is okay.
The best my husband could do with relation to sloths is to bring home a book about them, so I get being excited even if it didn't pan out.
"You. You and your crazy life. You and your geographic anomaly. You and your drunken lesbianic ways and terrible navigational skills." - ProfArt and her holy baby
I'll come back in a bit. H is pissed that I took his work to the Internets like a loon, which is fair. He is not pleased with my zealousness, and I'm sorry for spazzing out and letting you all down.
Poor Betty. No sloth cuddles and a grumpy H. . I still love you, even if you are a sloth tease.
Sloths are MEAN, yo. I worked with one everyday for four years (actually the one that was on Ellen a few weeks ago). And they are rank. Worst smell I've ever smelled, like a porta potty rotting in the hot sun for a thousand years.
ETA- she was awesome, I just wouldn't want her in my house. ;-)