Monday, August 04, 2008

Today on Animal Planet...

Did anyone else burst into tears when they watched this frickin' Christian the Lion thing (please say yes, please say yes, please say yes)?



All I know is I'm gonna be sooooo embarrassed if it's some kind of elaborate YouTube hoax. In fact, I'm already embarrassed because I'm pretty sure that the Whitney Houston song ADDED rather than detracted from my emotional outpouring. Jesus take my wheel.

In other animal news, we have just returned from the lake where a sign proclaimed it was "Fawn Season." I tried to play it all casual, but then I realized it wasn't my imagination: the spousal unit wasn't letting me anywhere near the driver's seat. Which means that I'm not the only one still haunted by this scenario from three years ago.

Other odd facts about this weekend's lake trip:

1) I didn't step foot in the lake.

2) I didn't have an ice cream at the lake.

3) There were no grown men in Speedos at the lake. Just one boy who looked to be about ten years old; I promptly named him "EuroBoy."

4) I didn't finish my book at the lake. If fact, it seems like the more time I spend reading Little, Big, the longer it gets. However, if I do ever make it to the end, it won't really matter because I'll probably just start it all over again. All of which is to say, you should read this book:



Okay, I have to watch the Christian the Lion thing again.

5 comments:

JODI said...

Because I am quite certain you are a woman of great intelligence; that you checked all available resources but, just in case http://www.truthorfiction.com/rumors/c/christian-the-lion.htme

Can you believe, it is a TRUE story! Amazing story!!

kmargrett said...

If my husband wasn't next to me, I would've cried, too. ;) Too sweeeet!

ver said...

You cried. You both cried...

Grace T said...

I felt embarrassed for crying. It was a good cry, though. . . And you're right--on my blog, I pretended the Whitney Houston song was cheesy, but come on, it was perfect.

Why Tri? said...

How can you not run out to your local SPCA and get a dog? That's exactly how Dixie is every night Robert comes home from work.