9/29/2003 01:40:10 AM|||Amy|||So, the wild life park thing went fairly well. Except for the fact that I seem to develop a dangerous and super destructive attention deficit disorder whenever I'm behind the wheel, the whole day went really well. Here are some highlights:

A giraffe drooled at just the right moment and got our friend's daughter square on the kisser.

A large antelope looking beast stuck its nose to the glass of Bear's window just as he got it rolled up to avoid letting the thing give him a big, juicy love bite.

An ostrich attacked our friend's car just in front of us. Husband's best friend, Parker, was driving his car with himself, Husband, Monkey and Parker's daughter, Snoopy, inside. I was right behind them with Mrs. Parker, Bear and Winston. Parker played a little game with Ostrich which, in effect, disallowed Ostrich from crossing the road. So, Ostrich attempted to peck the car to death, Then, Ostrich crossed the road in front of my car all the while shooting us the symbolic finger. About a quarter of a mile later, Ostrich came ambling. I looked in the rear view mirror to see angry Ostrich galloping (sort of) down the middle of the road headed straight for us. Mrs. Parker screamed, "Floor it! Floor it!"

I fed an antelope looking thing from my hand, even though we had been advised not to do this - yet we are rebels and everybody else was doing it. I removed my wedding ring first.

I screamed out to Mrs. Parker who was chasing after Monkey whilst I fed Winston at our picnic lunch, "Just slap her if she runs away again." After which I immediately heard many aghast gasps and felt many accusing stares. To which I responded by lowering Winston (thus baring my well chewed breasts) and saying, "What?" (I really was only joking.)|||106481405126713299|||Drive on the Wild Side