It’s been a week since I last posted, and I’m sorry. When I started this little project my goal was to post twice a week, or more if there was something very post-able going on. I had no delusions of grandeur…I would NOT be the sort of blogger who posts every day (that would be my hetero life partner, go read her blog at Just Slightly Neurotic).
But things happen. I host amazing BBQ’s and have a busy social life and I’m sorry, but I can’t hold your hand and give you something witty and interesting to read EVERY DAY.
So in case you haven’t gotten it yet, this post isn’t about anything at all. I don’t have any snarky insights and I don’t want to comment on any current events.
All I want to do is show you guys the baby sloths. The orphaned baby sloths. Accompanied by jaunty music (you don’t need sound to watch this but OH does it make the video).
Did you watch it? No? WATCH IT. And then try to tell me that you don’t want a baby sloth as a pet and that these things aren’t the cutest weirdest things ever. They are like muppets. Except alive. And those weird claw-hand things?! You had me at hello, baby sloths.
That’s all I have for you today. Baby sloths. WHO ARE ORPHANED.
Where did I find this, you might ask? Am I sitting at work googling “baby sloth orphanages” just for shits and giggles?
Well no, I’m not. The thing is, I have developed a rare combination of Adult ADHD and Super-Terrible Procrastination disorder (it’s a real thing, I think I contracted it from my sister, the Procrastination Queen). Pair that with a slow season in the ole academic publishing industry (read: June to August) and you’ve got so-cute-you-can’t-breath baby sloth videos. Oh, and online shopping. LOTS of online shopping.
Just to make it up to you vultures I’ll even post later on this week, but be forewarned: it’s going to be a food post. There are a few chicken breasts marinading in buttermilk in my fridge as we speak. Beware.
Sometimes I think I am a sloth. Not even the cute baby ones, but the one near the end of the video that is just lying in his food dish staring into space. If you had any idea how much time i spend in bed watching tv shows on my computer you would understand.
I was disrupting the entire office with my outlandish, childish laughter. I’d peed…
If you could post more things like this and less that have to do with things that make me disapointed in myself/hungry, My self image and abs (for the laughing work out) would appreciate it. Thanks
MB — you inspire me…. I work to retire. Seriously! I can’t wait to live my life as a sloth (I have tried before and failed miserably– endless pools of money is needed to reach that goal).
Keep posting, sloth-girl!