Thirty comments yesterday and I didn't have to perform any sexual favors?
All week the four of us have been suffering from some sort of allergy-induced feverish bullshit that has pretty much rendered us boring snot-infested slobs (which we are blaming on the greenhouse, the new family escape goat). To help the matter, it's been fabulously dark, cloudy and rainy which I love, but makes for no photography because everything turns out looking blurry. Which? Blech.
And? This has been dubbed the most awesome spring break ever. Wearing pajamas everyday, curled up with a box of puffs plus and quarantined from the world.
(That? Right there? Is called sarcasm.)
In case you haven't noticed, I haven't talked about the Aquasaurs in a while. That's because there weren't any. One day there were eight things alive, the next day nada.
A few days ago Aaron threw some more eggs stuff in there and now there are all sorts of stuff swimming around in there. Really, very, horribly disgusting.
Once again, they look like sperm. Two-eyed sperm. With fork tails. And they don't swim straight, so when they move really fast they look like dysfunctional sperm that have no chance in hell of ever finding the egg.