Memorial Day Was Over a Week Ago (but we did stuff)

It seems I only blog when I am on a deadline with something else, but haven't quite procrastinated enough to put me into a state of skin scratching panic.  I finally decided to apply to finish the last year of my Master's degree (seven years later)  and I have less than one week to get my application processed and my admissions essays written, so now is clearly a great time for an update. I started the MSW program at BYU, then social work started to freak me out,  then I got married mid-semester in another country, and well, stuff happened and I never finished.  Now my credits are about to expire, so it's pee or get off the pot time.  All this application doodie has me bewildered as to how on earth I ever had the attention span to apply for college in the first place, much less graduate (with 191 credits thankyouverymuch) and go on to graduate school.  I doubt I've done anything but stare at the computer screen and hum for the past six hours, and most of this application is just my name and address.

Pbtpbtpbtpbptpbptpbpt. 

Pbt.

Moving on, last week was probably Memorial Day.  The chance of rain was something like 80%, so the hubs and I decided to risk it and spend the entire day outside at the zoo, because what's life without risks?

This is the part of the day when we took cover under one poncho. 

The thing about Florida rain is that it dumps.  Always with the dumping.  I grew up in Oregon where rain is your constant companion, but not in a pushy, in-your-face way like the rain in Florida.  Florida Rain is all, "Hi!  What's your name?  Do you like bicycles?  I have a frog.  Do you have a frog?  Hey!  Let's hold hands.  Do you have a best friend?  My doll's name is Horse because I like horses.  PAY ATTENTION TO ME.  PSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH! PSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH!  CRACK!  BOOM!"  And then after everyone is soaked, the just-jumped-in-a-river type of soaked, Florida Rain is like, "Peace out, beeoches."  

This is the part of the day when Sadie realized the zoo smells like crap.

And here's how the rest of the day went down.

First item on the agenda was feeding the giraffe a $3 piece of lettuce. 

And Sadie celebrated keeping all her extremities intact. 

Next, the penguins had one-on-one coaching sessions on How To Be Gangsta. 

And then onto the seahorses where we evil laughed at the pregnant males. 

 

We visited the Loch Ness exhibit to talk to Sadie about what happens to little children who throw tantrums.

We learned the proper way to store dead butterflies inside a drawer.

Bailey grieved.

Bailey saved a starving bird's life, who thanked her by biting her finger.  But Bailey didn't care because she's like the honey badger.

Joining up with fellow engineers, the girls evaluated cracks in the wall of Australia.

  And possible flood risks.

Ultimately, it was decided the safest place was on top of a sewer grate, which was especially disappointing given Sadie's sensitivity to foul smells.