Sunday, May 3, 2009

I do not want to ever be an alpaca farmer






The whole day away from work. Soccer, country drives, metro park lunches, and a sweet petting zoo birthday party for two wee ones we love...
Oh and Joe also gifted me with a massage.
It was killer. I needed it. A recharge.
I let go during the massage and my stress dripped from my fingertips like sticky honey.

Also this weekend I discovered that I have a massive fear of Alpacas.

7 comments:

Ashley said...

Do they spit?

Cause I don't like animals or people for that matter that spit.

linwood avenue said...

i had class with a guy at OU who grew up on an alpaca farm. he said his mom would bring her favorite ones into the house to pose with the rest of the family for their christmas cards!

please sir said...

Haha...but they look so cute!

Aimee Greeblemonkey said...

Dude better you than me.

Just kidding. that looks FUN.

Miss Aimee said...

Ha! great fun post

blissfully caffeinated said...

Bwa ha! All I can think of is Tina from Napolean Dynamite and the way the Grandma would feed her casseroles and kiss her Llama mouth. Ew.

Joslyn said...

yes alpacas are a little scary!
yay for the massage.
xo

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