Bawl Baby

I'm beginning to wonder about myself. Some of you may have been wondering about me for years. Well, I'm just getting around to it and this is what I'm wondering: why on earth am I turning into a big bawl baby? Is it because I'm becoming less calloused in my old age? It could be hormones, only I'm pretty sure I've had them my whole life. Maybe it's my punishment for hating romantic comedies all these years. What ever it is, I'm not in love with it. I have been in denial that it is a problem until today and I can't deny it any more. I've been toodling around the house cleaning and organizing and mostly wandering from room to room wondering why I went in there in the first place. Having lived by myself forever, I like to have the TV on for company a lot. The Simpsons came on and I really didn't pay too much attention to it at first. It was one that I've seen many times. Homer and Marge are telling Lisa and Bart about how Homer was so upset about baby Maggie being born because he had to quit his dream job at the bowling ally. At the end, when Homer gets a look at that little baby Maggie he falls in love with her and goes back to the nuclear power plant. Lisa asks Homer why, if he loves Maggie so much, there aren't any photos of her in the family photo album. He tells her he has them where he needs them most. Then it show his office place and plastered all over the walls are photos of that little Maggie. I cried. Who in their right mind cries at the Simpsons? That plaque used to say "Don't forget, you're here forever." Sometimes that Homer gets it right.

On a happier non-bawly note. I ran into a bunch of zoo animals and their zoo keepers at the mall on Saturday. I didn't actually run into them so much as I went there specifically to see them.

Did you know that Zebras happen to love french fries?

This little animal loves her chicken...

...and lettuce, and pretty much everything on her and everyone else's plate. She may look small, but she can really pack it away.

A pizza eating monkey.

One of the zoo keepers making nice with one of the animals. I had a photo of the other zoo keeper named Bubba, only he told me I couldn't post it because he was opening his mouth huger than huge to put food in it. I will improvise and use a body double: I hope he is happy that he didn't let me use the photo I wanted to.

Zebra likes to dance with mannequins. I don't have anything else to say about that. I think the photo says enough.

Plus, also, I have a shoe problem, but it is not contained to only myself. I have always had a problem with wanting to buy shoes for all the above mentioned animals. It is Spring time and that means summer is next and that means they need summer shoes. Christian got some sandals, Ashton chose some pretty amazing green flip flops, and Roxie chose these:

It really doesn't get any sweeter than that.

This photo just makes me laugh because this is after we tried on her new shoes and put her old socks and shoes back on. Only, silly me, I thought she'd carry around her new shoes until I could pay for them. She had other plans. She wore them out of the store and we didn't even have to put her on the counter and scan her feet.

I think I'll go find something else to cry about. Like maybe mean old House. He's on TV right now. I bet that Lynne is watching because that's what she does.