(Kind of like jello, but with less movement -I've been napping a lot)
You may wonder why I haven't blogged for a week. Well, let me tell you.
I had some of my favorite people ever visiting me. Namely the Grandparent People (and Cousin, but he fits in with the "people" bit. Usually). Also the Parents came to keep them company when I Party Pooped out of Disney, which was sure nice of them. It was also sure nice of me to get them into Disney for cheaper than the average Joe's ticket price. (The perks of being a Disney Robot.) So that's what I've been up to.
Anyway, like I said. There were Disney things. I didn't really do the whole picture-taking thing with them at the Parks (except for the part where they came and visited me while I was working, but that doesn't count because that was Work and I was payed to take that picture). But I believe they had fun (and got soaked on a ride or two), despite the weather not being as hot as it was today. Darn weather.
Unfortunately, The Mom got sick on Wednesday and had to stay at the hotel all day. Don't worry, though, she didn't spend the whole day alone. After a while I was Disney'd out and walked back over there where we promptly both fell asleep for a while and I also watched NCIS (Season 3. It's beautiful, but I believe I will need Season 4 for that one thing in May that is coming up). There were also shopping things involved where I helped the Grandmother Person and the Cousin Person get discounts and the Grandmother Person also bought me the adorable Precious Moments Finding Nemo snow globe.
Thursday was fun times with Relatives at the Santa Ana Zoo. Please enjoy this short/long/medium sized Photo Essay (I have yet to decide how many pictures I am uploading. It's a surprise for all of us!)
I'm not entirely sure how it can be ethical for the National Bird to be locked in a giant cage, but I guess that's not something I have to worry about.
The Santa Ana Zoo likes monkeys. A lot. I don't know what kind this one was other than the sleeping kind. He (she? Werf. We'll go with "werf") and werf's hand sticking through the fence.
No photo essay of mine is complete without flowers. We should all know this.