Why

I always feel a bit, well, let down, from some of my wordless posts. . . . like I ought to explain.

The Oracle . . . it was a xmas gift from ESK (evil side kick). She went a-huntin' on ebay for a fez. One, because I once expressed a desire to have a fez and ESK totally knows that her life is better if I get what I want. And two, who doesn't love a monkey in a fez? Apparently, fezzes were difficult to come by. But, she did find a woman who makes animal themed head gear for children . . . there were negotiations . . . and VOILA! the monkey hat with a fez was created just for me. I have it on my coffee table and consult it regularly about very important issues . . . like what to have for dinner and why brown cows don't give chocolate milk.

And yesterday's wordless? Funny you should ask. I baby sat my favorite child last night. Baby sat her alone . . . with no other humans watching that I didn't teach her mutual grooming or anything. I brought the twisty balloon kit with me . . . and it kept her occupied THE ENTIRE EVENING until bedtime. She loved pumping up the balloons . . . and then twisting them randomly and then assigning names to them. I totally envisioned that this must have been what the judeo-christian god must have done during that big week.

And, yes, she insisted on taking all 25 to bed with her. That might be the reason I'm not asked to come back as the "adult in charge" again. Sigh. You humans and your weird issues with sleeping with a zoo of balloon animals. Or, the supper of popcorn and chocolate milk I fed her. One of the two.