If one in five people suffer from insanity, does that mean the other four enjoy it...? Discuss ;)
Sooner or later, everyone goes to the zoo (thank you, Ferris Bueller---) And some of us are just warped enough to blog about it ...blame my Irish side for indulging my inner chatty-cathy (tho in my case it's chatty-kt)
My personal recipe for in-Sanity: start with a blog full of of warped humor, add a strong dose of appreciation for life's absurdities, a touch of navel-gazing, a dash of all things lovely, and top it all off with an unrepentant skoch of fangirling from the kicking-and-screaming-all-the-way-to-middle-age chick at the keyboard----- Bake at 350 until golden brown or blog springs back when poked with the tip of your finger.
Welcome to the amusement park of my mind; you must be THIS TALL to board the rides. If you visit, don't forget to take your shoes off before you enter the sandbox, and please: play nice with the other kiddies. Or I'll be putting you in a time-out. You heard me. Seriously. Don't make me come over there.
Zoo closes at dusk, my cheeky little monkeys. It's a fun place to visit, but be out the gates on time, or you're bunking with the baboons (I hear they don't play well with others...) And hygiene-?? ::shudder::
You've been warned ;)