Not exactly a typical Thanksgiving dinner ... but way fun.
Joanna is visiting us for the week, and since she loves animals as much as she loves breathing, we drove down to the San Diego Zoo. We reasoned (and we were right) that the traffic would be lighter and the park less crowded on Thanksgiving Day.
I had not been to this zoo in about 15 years, but as I remembered, it's possible to spend an entire day oohing and aahing over warthogs, guinea fowl, and koalas (turns out there's no "bear" in koala -- which Matt refused to believe and spent much of the day muttering "koala BEAR, koala BEAR"). The zoo has all the usual suspects, but also a lot of interesting, lesser known aviary and antelopey critters. We took the 45-minute bus tour to get the lay of the land, and that turns out to have been wise, as we saw a lot of animals on the move before their naps.
We also saw a lot of butt sniffing. And parts-checking. And mating-attempts. Goodness, gracious, animals can be so ... animalistic.
Now my peeps are watching the Macy's Day Parade, recorded from this morning. Matt says it's weird to see it after dark with no coffee cup in hand. I think it's just plain weird. What's with all the giant, creepy balloons and lip syncing? I'm mystified.
Tomorrow, one day late, we're making turkey and all the trimmings, so I'd better scoot out to the kitchen and inspect my bird. Joanna named him Alcatraz. Her love of animals does not apply to our dinner's honored guest.
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