Just saw this, about a face-to-face encounter between gorillas in the Congo. Bow chicka bow bow. I guess she’s the gorilla his dreams. Har har.
I wish I was the gorilla my dreams. No, not that. I mean – I wish I was the woman I would like to be.
Not an actual gorilla.
I’m actually more like the gorilla my nightmares today. I don’t feel great, I’m trying to fight off a sore throat, and I just wanna go home and nap, and play video games with my kid, and watch lots of TV. And knit and knit and knit. Since I can’t do that, I’m cranky. And whiny. And the rest of the dwarves.
Although – it might be cool to be a gorilla. Hanging out in the rainforest would be a good gig. As long as at the end of the day, there still was a rainforest. Stupid humans, hands off the rainforests.
And weighing more each year is good if you are a gorilla.
No shaving, either.
Hey, this is sounding better and better.
But I digress.
If ya’ll are having a rotten Valentine’s or just prefer to forget the whole thing, join the club. Of which I am certainly a member. In my Black Valentines socks. Wondering if I’ll ever see action again…
Humans sure make it all so complicated.
I’d love a bit of fun in the grass…
Yeah. This gorilla thing sounds pretty good.