The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

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In other news, Erik's new workout routine seems to be going better than mine. Probably because he's male, and has that whole testosterone advantage...since I managed to knock my legs out of commission by doing 40 minutes of squats yesterday (I was reading, got distracted, finally noticed that my legs were about to give out), it looks like it's all arm weights, all day. Yick. I hate arm weights. But my arms really need the work.

That way, I'll be prepared when the zombies come.

It appears that there is a bear in my front yard. There are probably words that can be used in this situation, but I don't seem to have them at the moment.

It is dark, and my camera flash isn't working. Erik has gone outside, because what else do you do when you have a bear in your yard?

I have a sudden hankering for civilization.

Oh, and we're pimping out the horse again. Which still strikes me as strange and wrong. He's actually looking pretty again, now that he isn't being beat up on by the other boy horses, so maybe we'll be able to earn his keep that way again. The first baby pony is due...any day now. How strange.

Did I mention that there's a bear in my front yard?