I wondered aloud recently if it would be strange to hire a nanny when you don't have any kids. I'm finding that maintaining a house, a husband, a job and 4 pets is not as "fun" as you would think it is, assuming that your idea of "fun" doesn't involve endless animal feces and throwing together dinners made entirely of previously frozen novelty foods. I've been getting disapproving looks lately from the hairier members of the household, and the pets keep looking at me funny as well. I regularly forget to wash my hair, and I have given up entirely on dealing with the many piles of clutter in the house, choosing instead to turn them into either "art" or cat furniture.
The few odd spare moments have been filled with voracious magazine and catalog reading, wine, hair-plucking, yard maintenance and pizza ordering. Oh, and I got a speeding ticket, which was nice.
A few photos to use as filler until I get fired, win the lottery, or finally give it all up and retire to a nice tent under that freeway overpass that I've had my eye on:
I still find time to dress up the pets, it seems.
I grew some red carrots.
I spent an afternoon on a boat on Lake Superior, and no it wasn't the Edmund Fitzgerald.
Bubs was on the boat too, though he looks less enthused about it than I was.
Oh, and I went to the zoo. I asked the Mr. to take a pic of me and the tiger, so he took a pic of my boob and the tiger. Close enough.
Aaannnddd...there was a polar bear.
Donkey donkey donkey.
I took a wild ride on a turtle, and you can see the Mr's mad photo skillz at work again.
There were some crazy-assed tiny little monkeys with mohawks. They didn't stop moving for even a second, so all my pics of them are blurry. I totally want one.
I hugged a friendly bear, and such was my joy that I closed my eyes and took a little nap.
Bubs performing his favorite activity in the back seat of the car on long trips- drooling uncontrollably.
I made cookies with blue things in them.
I found a plaster casting of my teeth that I forgot I had.
And I found where one of the cats has been stashing cherry tomatoes from the kitchen, for whatever reason.
There you go, my little twitchy mohawked donkey monkeys. There you go.