Sing along with me . . .

We're going to the zoo, zoo, zoo;
How about you, you, you?
You can come too, too, too.
We're going to the zoo, zoo, zoo.

I love zoos and this was no exception and surprisingly non-aromatic. Actually other then running out of gas and getting mucho crabby toward the end (sorry Bean), it was great. We did all the normal fun things like riding their little train around the park, watching the elephant create his own mud bath, snapping Katie feeding the giraffes, wandering around the aviary, getting pooped on. Yep, pooped on. There I was happily shooting the exotic birds when I felt something warm and wet slap me on the back of my neck. Felt like one huge warm rain drop. I checked the sky. Clear as could be. I stuck my finger back there and it returned slightly white. I called for Katie. She took one look and burst out laughing. No further diagnosis needed. Well . . . poo.

But on the good side, I came home with 185 shots. That should keep me busy for a while. And while I know I said I was going to take a hiatus from scrapping for a bit, we all know I lie. A lot. And I did edit the image, so all is good.


Credits: Staples:Catrine, Stickers: Vinnie Pearce, Alpha: Fi, Fonts: MaFishy, Garamond, Frame: Ali Edwards, Paper: Lauren Reid.



Credits: Paper, Frame, Sticker: Vinnie Pearce. Staple: Catrine. Font: MaFishy