I tried to write a post about my family. About my Grandma Lillian's birthday, which was Sept. 12, about how much I miss her, and my parents, and Rebecca. I couldn't do it, I just couldn't find the right words. Instead, here are pictures from when Dan and I went to the zoo. I hope it'll suffice (if nothing else, get a load of those giraffes).
Can you tell that I love giraffes? I guilted Dan into swinging by the giraffes on our way out, after we'd already spent a good 10 minutes staring at them earlier in our visit. He says they're too big to be my spirit animal, because I'm short, but I dunno I think it could work.
Regardless, my unpopular attitude is that I love zoos. I know they can be horrible, and yes frankly the Phoenix Zoo's habitats are lacking in space and foliage, but I just love seeing giraffes, okay!
(Worth noting: during this zoo trip, Rachel Messing threw our surprise party plans into chaos, and I was doing "damage control" from the zoo. Take that, surprise party!)
This zoo trip was the start of a super great weekend, now almost two weeks ago. I guess blogging has fallen to the wayside; my priorities lie elsewhere. That being said, I suppose I'll just share photos and word-nonsense whenever I feel like it. Hope that's cool with you (and if it's not, well that's fine too just don't read my junk).