...unless it's filled with tiny rugby-shirted babies named Flo.
A few weeks ago, Jordan and I flew home to Maryland (shocker...according to my bank account I've spent more on airline tickets in the last six months than I earn in an entire month--woops). While our primary purpose was to walk for Maddie's Team in the LLS Light the Night walk (way to go borg!), it also meant my first time seeing Flo since (gasp!) the wedding. He is a full six weeks older and somehow, an even cuter bundle of cuteness than before. I want to squeeze him---oh wait, I already did, a lot.
A few weeks ago, Jordan and I flew home to Maryland (shocker...according to my bank account I've spent more on airline tickets in the last six months than I earn in an entire month--woops). While our primary purpose was to walk for Maddie's Team in the LLS Light the Night walk (way to go borg!), it also meant my first time seeing Flo since (gasp!) the wedding. He is a full six weeks older and somehow, an even cuter bundle of cuteness than before. I want to squeeze him---oh wait, I already did, a lot.
I often feel sad for the animals at the Zoo and it makes me feel just like him....
Concerned...and then...
Sad. But, they seemed to be pretty happy I guess.
I'm really not so sure, but I do hope they all love living at the zoo as much as people love going to see them. If and when I find out otherwise, I will call upon myself to set them all free.
But for now, enjoy these photos of my tiny little friend and the humans who will rear him into a freak-of-nature athlete.
If the sign below doesn't make you kind of dislike the zoo, we probably have very little in common.
2 comments:
I generally LOVE the zoo. Maybe we aren't friends after all...
That sign makes me think the people that run the zoo are idiots...I would obviously contact one of 3 super heroes: Jeff Corwin, the ghost of Steve Irwin, or Jack Hanna; and if none of them are available then clearly I whip out the big guns and smoke signal Brian Fellows.
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