Monkeys and tigers and pandas, oh my!

I thought baby tigers hugging monkeys was one of the cutest things ever.

(I know they are orangutans, but the four syllable word messed up my prose flow. And, did you notice there's no "g" at the end of orangutan? I just learned that.)

But then I watched Panda Kindergarten and frankly, almost died of cute.



If I couldn't have a baby, I'd get a panda. A bowl of pandas.

Sensible shoes and the slap-free zone

The Lyrically induced trade-offs so far:

OUT: Black, leather, lace-up, thigh-high boots with four-inch heels
IN: Flat, comfy sensible shoes.

OUT: Tiny, two-seat beater Honda with removable roof.
IN: Four-door, fully warranteed, compact sedan.

OUT: A variety of low-rise, size 2 sexy jeans
IN: The same black stretchy yoga pants every. single. day.

But the biggest sacrifice? Not getting to slap my landlord senseless for suddenly trying to raise our rent by 10%, coincidentally a few weeks after my telling her I'm pregnant.

(Note: I'm not withholding the much-needed bitch-slap for fear the baby will get hurt. It's for fear I won't have anywhere to live that's this reasonably priced in San Francisco when Lyric arrives in a few months.)

Seriously, I'm so pissed I want to go beat that woman with my kick-ass, four-inch heel boots...since I'm not otherwise using them at the moment.