The elephant in the room
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Since we are celebrating spring break around here, I decided to pretend I'm a good mom and took my kids to the zoo yesterday. We had a lovely time, and I noticed some things when we stopped by the elephant exhibit.
Some things that I may or may not want to admit here.
Things I found that I have in common with the sweet, old girl they call Pearl.
Like I can totally relate to her dry, crackly skin in the wintertime. There isn't enough lotion in the world to moisturize me right now.
And the wrinkles in between the eyes just begging for Botox?
Yep. We've both got those.
Of course, I should mention the obvious: She and I both have similar, um, well, shapes when it comes to our rear ends.
Though I am afraid hers might be a tad bit slimmer than mine.
But the similarities go beyond just appearances. For instance, we both are a little bit clumsy and seem to fall down from time to time when taking a little walk through town:
We both like to show off when we know that people are watching, though we pretend shyly that we don't:
And, sadly, I am afraid that both of us will do tricks in exchange for the sweet treat of our choice.
Hers: A banana.
Mine: Everything in the chocolate family.
(We also both seem to be willing to eat food right off the ground.)
And when we find ourselves exhausted from all that walking, falling, and sweet treat eating, all we really want to do is lie down and take a nice, long nap.
But the most disturbing similarity of all, the missing genetic link between humans and elephants:
We both occasionally find that a teensy bit of pee slips out when we are doing the exercising.
Sorry, old girl. But you and I both know that it's the awful, honest truth.
Some things that I may or may not want to admit here.
Things I found that I have in common with the sweet, old girl they call Pearl.
Like I can totally relate to her dry, crackly skin in the wintertime. There isn't enough lotion in the world to moisturize me right now.
And the wrinkles in between the eyes just begging for Botox?
Yep. We've both got those.
Of course, I should mention the obvious: She and I both have similar, um, well, shapes when it comes to our rear ends.
Though I am afraid hers might be a tad bit slimmer than mine.
But the similarities go beyond just appearances. For instance, we both are a little bit clumsy and seem to fall down from time to time when taking a little walk through town:
We both like to show off when we know that people are watching, though we pretend shyly that we don't:
And, sadly, I am afraid that both of us will do tricks in exchange for the sweet treat of our choice.
Hers: A banana.
Mine: Everything in the chocolate family.
(We also both seem to be willing to eat food right off the ground.)
And when we find ourselves exhausted from all that walking, falling, and sweet treat eating, all we really want to do is lie down and take a nice, long nap.
But the most disturbing similarity of all, the missing genetic link between humans and elephants:
We both occasionally find that a teensy bit of pee slips out when we are doing the exercising.
Sorry, old girl. But you and I both know that it's the awful, honest truth.
