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THE SNAKELING HAS LANDED, YA'LL
Jan. 8th, 2008 07:04 pmhee.
He's quite lovely. And seemingly completely unphased by the turn of events that led him to be packed into a container, put into a box, and shipped to me. When I pulled his container from the box, he just peered at me with an air of indifference and flicked his tongue lazily.
He didn't ball up when I touched his back and was quite calm when I moved him from the container to his new digs. I saw him yawn, which is my favorite snake thing ever, and immediately texted a hysterical OMG to the Engineer. When I left for work, he was happily coiled around the humidity gauge. The snake, not the boyfriend.
Expect an avalanche of photos at some point.
Also, I'm thinking of naming him Aristotle instead of Mister Clarinet. But, I haven't decided. I like the idea of having a philosopher snake.
In other news, I have managed to volunteer myself for the job of making a batch of chili to feed roughly fifty Freemasons. Me and my big mouth, right? It's going to have to be done piecemeal, with one batch being cooked at a time because I only have one big pot. Go, me!
Now, if'n you will excuse me, I need to figure out what to do with the metric fucktonne of pulled pork currently residing in my fridge, thanks to the Engineer's Grand Poobah.
He's quite lovely. And seemingly completely unphased by the turn of events that led him to be packed into a container, put into a box, and shipped to me. When I pulled his container from the box, he just peered at me with an air of indifference and flicked his tongue lazily.
He didn't ball up when I touched his back and was quite calm when I moved him from the container to his new digs. I saw him yawn, which is my favorite snake thing ever, and immediately texted a hysterical OMG to the Engineer. When I left for work, he was happily coiled around the humidity gauge. The snake, not the boyfriend.
Expect an avalanche of photos at some point.
Also, I'm thinking of naming him Aristotle instead of Mister Clarinet. But, I haven't decided. I like the idea of having a philosopher snake.
In other news, I have managed to volunteer myself for the job of making a batch of chili to feed roughly fifty Freemasons. Me and my big mouth, right? It's going to have to be done piecemeal, with one batch being cooked at a time because I only have one big pot. Go, me!
Now, if'n you will excuse me, I need to figure out what to do with the metric fucktonne of pulled pork currently residing in my fridge, thanks to the Engineer's Grand Poobah.
