"Did you know that because of you,
this blog is being overrun by baboons?"
Today was all about paint. Happily paint on the walls and not the carpet, furniture or (most importantly of all) the pets. Our main areas are now sporting swanky new coats of paint that go together really well. I'm happy about this. At the very least, Mel is pleased to know that she can finally start putting up all sorts of pictures and shelves in the hall, living & dining room without having to worry of us painting around them.
But beyond that, it was a rather quiet day. Yesterday has more anecdotes. Mainly because yesterday was all about the African Lion Safari--now with non-pussified zebras! (Mel was particularly happy about that one.) It's been years since I was last there, and I have to say I really enjoyed spending the day at the park. So long as you're content to take your time and leisurely stroll around, there's a lot to see and do.
It is also perhaps the only place in the country where you can hear Mel exclaim, "Well, that's just great! Now I've got a baboon's assprint on my windshield!"
I only laughed until she demanded I get out of the car and clean it off. Though I was somewhat dismayed that all the SUVs around us were turning into baboon taxis. For the most part, none of the car-riding baboons were doing any particular damage to any vehicles. Almost all the riders were female baboons with very young babies clinging to their undercarriage. Apparently we were too good for them. All we got were a couple of seemingly drunken male juveniles who got into a very brief brawl on the hood of the car (wherein we received the aforementioned assprint).
I also got to reaffirm my love of birds of prey. If it wasn't for the fact that pretty much any of our other pets could get carried off as dinner, I'd love to be a falconer. Or at least moonlight as one. Then again...that just sounds like a really sad superhero. In other news, barn owls look adorable and need to start breeding more, dammit!
(Apparently there were only 1 or 2 breeding pairs in the wild in all of Canada, as far as the experts know and as of 1999. This vexes me greatly. I'll never get the chance to point to one flying around at dusk and tell Gabe, "See that? That's Jareth flying off to claim another kid for his labyrinth.")
What's that you say? Me, corrupt children?
Perish the thought!
Today's Lesson: sometimes it pays not to answer your phone.
posted by Phillip at 8:53 PM
