vampyrusgirl was bummed she missed your sloth conversation at the party on Saturday. She wanted me to extend an invite to go to Stone Zoo and visit their sloth momma and baby sometime.
A woman said that to me at a holiday party, what, 13 years ago. (Well, she said “Sben” rather than “Tom”.) I was naturally alarmed. We have now been married for eight years and counting.
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Of course, it's one of those "beating your wife" problems. What do you say? No, I'm not *that* Tom? I'm the other Tom? Oh wait. Um. Wait... who am I?
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It could be your pants.
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It might, in fact, entirely be my pants.
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Tom
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That sounds AWESOME! And, of course it's an extended visit...they're sloths. I'd love to go see them.
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