Welcome to the zoo...

I actually have a wooden sign on my mantel that says that phrase in one font, with my last name in capital letters behind it in another font. My friend and I came upon a booth where you could have custom signs made, you know like where it might have your family name in the background and say something like "Established 1999" (or whatever year you were married) in the front. But really, the world was my oyster when it came to trying to pick out what I wanted my sign to say, and if you know me at all, I don't do so well when there are zillions of options. I'm much better with picking A, B or C, but not having to zero in on one choice out of a million. Needless to say I think I was about to drive the salesgirl batty with my inability to pick one of the handfuls of sayings they had already used as examples because, well, I tend to do things totally against the grain, so all of a sudden, I blurted out "Welcome to the zoo". Which ended up not only being perfectly appropriate for our quirky little household, but quite the popular sign once it was done and hanging up in their booth, waiting for me to come and pick it up.

Anyhoo, I'm sure you're all hanging on the edge of your seats, cough cough, wondering why in the heck I launched into that random story, huh? Well, today we went to the zoo with my friend, L, and her son. Here are some fun animal pictures:

The river otters have been a personal favorite of mine since I was a little girl, so I was thrilled that they were out and extremely active today. They were in the water wrestling most of the time, but they also were running and jumping loop-de-loops in and out of the water, which was amazing to watch.



This beautifully colored guy (or girl?) was proudly strutting around...



Jaguar=gorgeous. But this beautiful creature does pose a question in my mind: is the toss pillow on my red velvet sofa leopard print (like I have called it all along) or is a lot of that popular exotic decorating motif actually jaguar? Hmmm.



The producers of "Happy Feet" certainly got it right. When you see these little guys in person, they really do move just like in the movie (minus the tap-dancing, of course).



Glad he was at a safe distance (he might have thought the same of us, armed with my little vicious three-year-old)...



These two were a bit mad at being locked outside while their cave was being cleaned, so they took out their aggression on each other, you know, just like any other old married couple...



(Okay. This post has taken me over two hours to upload, due to Blogger having some issues with my photos apparently. Now, don't worry, I haven't sat here with my eyeballs glued that whole time to the computer, but really. Ugh. I meant to have this posted a little before now. Oh well.)