Three rocks; quiet toilet; victory.
The spirit of the yellow parrot is…green.
Wonder if castle owners actually enjoyed having that much space.
Entering a wet season. Must obtain a ground sloth for camping.
In search of amber-trapped mosquitoes.
The only thing I know about storks is not true.
Draining orzo in a colander can be a traumatic experience.
Closing announcement at libraries may be the most depressing thing that happens on a regular basis.
When I see an elk’s butt, I get the urge to pull up its “pants”.
This planet is a clever escape room.
Flip over some lawn and there may be a hidden clue.
Returning from a dental exam:
“Which one is 230?”
“Had no idea you are a shark.”
A possibility of thousands of ticks latching onto my legs was the least of my concern.
They are just thirsty, just like I was.
Do TOTO workers keep TOTO lists?
What makes sense is not necessarily what is right.
Walked out of my stall; saw a person waiting for my stall; saw ten other empty stalls around my stall.
Wonder what it was about my stall that made it special. Should have made another queue outside that stall to find out.
A drinking game: every time a paper says ‘least squares’, have a sip.
It doesn’t happen very often though.
I could be swallowed by an orca during takeoff on a seaplane. Or a humpback whale.
The cow slipped off from a mozzarella container into a river. And then, I became a superwoman.
The cow was fine.
Adding items to a TODO list after doing them makes my nostrils flare a bit.
Properly inflated nostrils.
There ought to be special yoga for recovering from dealing with customer service.
Today, Autumn decided to dust off its winter jacket.