But then I saw the sloths. And they were, in fact, too cute. Even as they were being shaved and then slathered with lard to ward off the mange. Heck, especially as they were being shaved and slathered with lard to ward off the mange. Because the lard meant that they needed to be swaddled (Animal Planet's word, not mine) in these adorable pajama-like bandages. I was so entranced by it all that the bf threatened to get me a sloth for my birthday. Which, come to think of it, is the least he could do for turning me into the kind of person who posts kittens-playing-piano type fare on her blog.
That last part was a joke. I mean no disrespect to kitten enthusiasts, or, for that matter, to my fellow bloggers. Just wanted to get that out there.