I’m still bummed over not getting little Jurassic/Meatball/Tabasco/Eocene/Oolithic (names I wanted to give her vs. Stinky’s L’Quisha) so I changed the header on this blog from the previous dog-themed one. Sedih ok?
It’s 1921 on a Monday evening and I’ve been working since 0730. Pretty pooped if I say so myself. I’m thinking of going downstairs and ordering a nice meal of grilled lambchop. Then I remembered the expression on this hot chick’s face as she looked at me happily licking my Old-fashioned Butter Pecan from BR31 as I did my groceries….. she couldn’t have looked more condescendingly disgusted if I had walked around with my neon green and yellow striped knickers showing above my already high-waisted Ah Pek shorts. Bitch. Now I want that grilled lambchop even more.
By the way, that new header pic? That’s a picture of bonafide dino tracks (pen as scale)! Awed doesn’t even begin to describe my feelings when I touched the fossilised tracks and followed it to the end. Dinosaur tracks. And I was there.