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Are you being slothy?

On one of our toobing adventures, Mi-Mi started calling JC Sloth-Toes, and maybe rightly so. He does have toes that could be like a sloths. Somehow the word evolved though, and sloth has become "slothy", meaning to be sloth-like, which is exactly what JC is when he gets in the boat toob in my pool. I don't really know how to explain it to you. He's more like a monkey, and sloths don't really move very fast, but it's pretty darn funny to see the slothiness in action (oh, look, now it's an adjective). I'm taking this Primate Diversity class and I've decided that he's more like a Tarsier. His eyes are big and wide, and the toes and fingers are very similar, oh yea, and he's a little fuzzy, too:






















It also came out on the river, too, that my toes are sloth-like, but I keep mine up with pedicures, so they're not as slothy as JC's. Whatever, it's just funny to hear Mi-Mi screaming down the river for JC to keep his sloth toes away from her. I guess it actually upsets JC a little to be picked on about his feet, so he's taken to calling me E.T. because of my extra-terrestrial fingers, and he now points at me and says, "Oooouuuuch" all the time. I know, only funny to us, but it's definitely making me smile to think about it this morning.

This will probably be my last post of the week. Tonight is JC's regular day off so he'll be here hanging out with Gabby and me, and then tomorrow night we're going out. Probably for some karaoke, but the whole gang, except me, went last night, so maybe not. Saturday night we're going to see Mr. Incredible's band play at the Hangar. Their band actually broke up, but they have like two shows left, and since JC and I met at one of their shows (well, I guess technically we met before that, but the first time we hooked up was at one of their shows), we have to be at every single one left. Sunday we're going to the zoo. I have to do a project for my Primate Diversity class, so we're just making it into a date of sorts. I'll be sure to get pictures of Mr. Obi-Wan Kenobi standing next to his brother the Sloth.

Last night Mi-Mi, Lilo, Velma, Obi-Wan, Zorro, Princess Leah, the Toothfairy, and a whole bunch of other cape crusaders from Obi-Wan's restaurant went to our karaoke bar, where I guess Mi-Mi took it in to her hands to single handedly chew Princess Leah's ex-boyfriend out, and send him on his way. JC said he stood up because the guy threatened Mi-Mi, but she pushed him back down into his chair, and proceeded to take care of it all by herself. I'm not liking this whole new gang of karaoke people, or maybe I'm just jealous because I don't get to see Obi-Wan sing "Inside Out" by Eve 6. Mi-Mi and Mr. Incredible forbid him from doing it the last few times I went because he always does it, and then last night, they let him do it, and I wasn't there! Damn! I know it's a little weird for me to still call these new friends of mine by their character names from their job, and even my boyfriend, but if you were around them, and saw how much they resemble the people they pick to be, you'd freak out and think of them in costume all the time, too. Yesterday, Obi-Wan and I had to make a trip to the costume store so he could buy new spirit gum to glue in his braid for work. It's so surreal. And lately, Velma has been really into costumes and stuff (trying out new ones), and there's all this Halloween like stuff all over their apartment (JC's roommates are Velma and Ace Ventura, and what a weird combination that is to wake up to when you're hung over or still drunk!).

I'm just so anxious for this week to be over that I'm continuing on my rambling rampage without really saying too much. Plus, I have this whole new blog look (thanks again, Lisa), and I want to post all the time...I just have nothing "real" to say!

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