nothing has changed but everything
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yamamanamaKendall is from Minnesota and goes to school in western mass. She'll be utterly amazed to know that there's a red line station with her name, if she isn't amazed already.
Yaritza got a border collie named Hunter. She called him Ziggy a few times, because Ziggy and Hunter are both black. He's very adorable but very skittish, much like pretty much every border collie ever.
The raccoons were moved to an outdoor enclosure where they have multiple hammocks, an elephant slide, a rust fort by canine castle that is old enough to not show up when I search for it, or maybe Canine Castle is just too generic a name for a doghouse, a kiddy pool, and a water slide.
I got a book called Decopunk. I guess somebody donated them to us forgetting Matt's hostile takeover of the store and transformation of said store into a garden supply store and I gave my pocket change to the wildlife center in exchange for it. For a book from 2015, the cover is quite nice. Actually, by any standards, it's a nice cover. The color scheme is good and it fits the motifs of the collection. I once wracked my brain trying to think of cover art I like from this decade.
Jackie, whom I do not recognize and apparently doesn't know who Chelsea is, who was apparently an intern at the wildlife center last summer and does not have copper-colored skin nor abyssal black and bathypelagic blue hair, brought a baby duck that someone brought inside PetCo wondering why they couldn't take it.
Oddly enough, the blue and black combo makes Jackie looks darker than she did with the gold and rose hair yet Ryan's somewhat luminously tropical ocean blue hair makes her look pale.
I swear that I've entered an alternate reality, had it not been for Tiffany telling me that Mercedes was asking about me.
Tiffany's hair is the same it's always been: brown and a pink faded from incandescence to cotton candy, separated by lemon white. She saw the band Leftover Crack on Saturday.
Sarah was drinking peanut water. Well, peanut noodle soup without the noodles, which is the soup equivalent of a mustard sandwich. She was talking about how there's a place near her school where you can get sushi burritos. I'm imagining sashimi and veggies and wasabi wrapped up in a burrito roll, while I think she described the actual thing is an exceptionally long and thick roll of sushi
When you write "soop" and "needles" instead of "noodles," and "pail" instead of "pale" it's time for bed.
There's only one guy in the continent skilled enough to fix a coracoid fracture on larger birds and he ain't at the wildlife center. Problem is you have to cut all the flight muscles. Usually when we get them, we hope it solves itself.
Well, you as in not you because you're not a licensed vet. Or maybe you are, I don't know.
If you leave the windows open, the air conditioner freaks out and tries to cool all of Massachusetts. Also, a few years ago, a coyote escaped (or "self-released") through an open window and there is probably still a coyote out in the woods somewhere with a cast on his leg.
In Zimbabwe, an elephant got shot in the head and survived long enough to make it to a rehabber and they just left the bullet in because they couldn't take it out, but had it hit only slightly lower, it would have killed him.
Matt said he saw some spider crabs on the beach in Duxbury.
Someone told us they'd give us a dump truck with 800 onions. I have no idea what 800 onions looks like but I'd imagine that they could fill up the wigwam. I'm imagining red onions, not the smaller yellow or green ones. Or maybe it was 800 pounds of onions, which is, I'd guess around 1600-2000 onions. Either way...
burning question: just what would you do with 800 onions? You can't feed them to the animals because they're probably poisonous. Jill suggested growing them. Maybe you could bake a wedding cake for Miss Piggy and Kermit the Frog.
Yaritza got a border collie named Hunter. She called him Ziggy a few times, because Ziggy and Hunter are both black. He's very adorable but very skittish, much like pretty much every border collie ever.
The raccoons were moved to an outdoor enclosure where they have multiple hammocks, an elephant slide, a rust fort by canine castle that is old enough to not show up when I search for it, or maybe Canine Castle is just too generic a name for a doghouse, a kiddy pool, and a water slide.
I got a book called Decopunk. I guess somebody donated them to us forgetting Matt's hostile takeover of the store and transformation of said store into a garden supply store and I gave my pocket change to the wildlife center in exchange for it. For a book from 2015, the cover is quite nice. Actually, by any standards, it's a nice cover. The color scheme is good and it fits the motifs of the collection. I once wracked my brain trying to think of cover art I like from this decade.
Jackie, whom I do not recognize and apparently doesn't know who Chelsea is, who was apparently an intern at the wildlife center last summer and does not have copper-colored skin nor abyssal black and bathypelagic blue hair, brought a baby duck that someone brought inside PetCo wondering why they couldn't take it.
Oddly enough, the blue and black combo makes Jackie looks darker than she did with the gold and rose hair yet Ryan's somewhat luminously tropical ocean blue hair makes her look pale.
I swear that I've entered an alternate reality, had it not been for Tiffany telling me that Mercedes was asking about me.
Tiffany's hair is the same it's always been: brown and a pink faded from incandescence to cotton candy, separated by lemon white. She saw the band Leftover Crack on Saturday.
Sarah was drinking peanut water. Well, peanut noodle soup without the noodles, which is the soup equivalent of a mustard sandwich. She was talking about how there's a place near her school where you can get sushi burritos. I'm imagining sashimi and veggies and wasabi wrapped up in a burrito roll, while I think she described the actual thing is an exceptionally long and thick roll of sushi
When you write "soop" and "needles" instead of "noodles," and "pail" instead of "pale" it's time for bed.
There's only one guy in the continent skilled enough to fix a coracoid fracture on larger birds and he ain't at the wildlife center. Problem is you have to cut all the flight muscles. Usually when we get them, we hope it solves itself.
Well, you as in not you because you're not a licensed vet. Or maybe you are, I don't know.
If you leave the windows open, the air conditioner freaks out and tries to cool all of Massachusetts. Also, a few years ago, a coyote escaped (or "self-released") through an open window and there is probably still a coyote out in the woods somewhere with a cast on his leg.
In Zimbabwe, an elephant got shot in the head and survived long enough to make it to a rehabber and they just left the bullet in because they couldn't take it out, but had it hit only slightly lower, it would have killed him.
Matt said he saw some spider crabs on the beach in Duxbury.
Someone told us they'd give us a dump truck with 800 onions. I have no idea what 800 onions looks like but I'd imagine that they could fill up the wigwam. I'm imagining red onions, not the smaller yellow or green ones. Or maybe it was 800 pounds of onions, which is, I'd guess around 1600-2000 onions. Either way...
burning question: just what would you do with 800 onions? You can't feed them to the animals because they're probably poisonous. Jill suggested growing them. Maybe you could bake a wedding cake for Miss Piggy and Kermit the Frog.
