Yesterday was my birthday, and Scott took me to the Como Zoo and Conservatory to celebrate. There was also pastry beforehand and fried cheese curds afterwards, and all in all it was a totally fabulous day.
It’s a Minitor in the center of a labyrinth! (The brand name of Scott’s fire department pager. I couldn’t resist.)
Yes, many Amber jokes were made while we were walking the thing.
I need to make up an entire mood theme consisting of this photo of a sloth:
We all have days like that, honey.
There were giraffes!
And a polar bear doing backstroke laps:
Which I also took some video of, because his kick turn was something to behold:
The polar bears are named Neil and Buzz. Michael Collins draws the short straw yet again.
Here’s one of Selene’s relatives having a well-earned nap:
Because the boy I like is tolerant, he put up with my uncontrollable desire to go pet the carousel horses. I love old carousels. Ponies!
(Bear on horseback. Sounds like some sort of breakfast dish.)
Here’s a shot from my point of view:
And here’s a picture of a tree.
…a very small tree, older than I am. See?
And that is the day that was, in pictures.
And today, I slept in a little bit and then went for a 13-mile run. Because I meant to run 13 on Saturday, but I fell on a gravel path and skinned hell out of my knee, so I limped home bloody and sad after only 11.
I kind of love that I can handle two runs that long in the same week now.