Unless you either a] live under a rock or b] don't have kids, you know that over at the city zoo, the giraffes are back! It would actually be more appropriate to say that the giraffes are new! Because I found something out today - these are not the same giraffes that have been at our zoo for like 30 years.
No. I don't know where they went. I was afraid to ask. I was slightly afraid the answer would have something to do with glue, and I just couldn't see myself trying to explain that one.
Anyway, despite the fact that Kim and I had planned on taking Emma and Scarlett to the zoo today, because the weather was going to be perfect, and we were both free to go early, and we were so excited we told everyone about the giraffes...I forgot. I was overcome with the stunning, humidity free weather this morning, and decided that a nice long walk was called for.
Eventually I realized what a doof I was, and we did make it. And the new giraffes are so sweet. So tall. And so scared. All the zoo workers tee's proclaim that they will be eating out of the palm of your hand as you stand on the newly constructed viewing platform that places you at giant purple tongue level. Unfortunately, someone forgot to tell the giraffes that. They were huddled in the trees off in the distance, waiting for us all to just. go. away.
That's OK. The only reason Scarlett puts up with the animals is the train, and even though it's the exact same train that drove me around the zoo 30 years ago [and by the looks of it, the same bridge, wiring, and railroad ties] she can't get enough. I'm trying to calculate the odds that we'll be riding the thing when that thing finally conks out, leaving us stranded above the flamingos.