Run Into Flowers

My Goodness Gracious Me. He's done it again! He's updated that journal of his! And you know what? Even though it makes little sense, even though there are several spelling mistakes and even though I should really be mad at him because he shouldn't be such a slacker - it is a joy to read his mixed up mish mash of a post. Check it out! It kinda makes me happy. And I know that I shouldn't be such a bitch about spelling as I've been known to make a few mistakes, but that's just the way the cookie crumblles. Ha!

That's actually kinda brightened up my day a bit. We had a double tragedy at the centre this morning. The two hermit crabs passed away over the weekend. I discovered there bodies this morning, it was horrible. Herman and Helmut, you were the best crabs a guy could hope for. Apart from being fairly anti-social of course. One of my favourite memories of the two of them was pretty much the only time I saw either of them actually moving around without being poked or prodded. In their crabitat there was a piece of driftwood, one afternoon I stood the piece of driftwood up so that it almost reached the edge of the crabitat. Imagine my astonishment when I checked on them just before leaving for home that day when I found the littler of the two perched atop of the driftwood, trying to make a break for it. It was amazing, I still haven't been able to figure out how he got up there. I think that they may have co-operated. Fantastic little creatures that they were.