Oh my goodness. Someone at the zoo today told me I didn't need to be so mad (after she rammed me with her stroller not once, not twice, but three times!!) (And it hurt!!!) and I said "I can't go any faster!" while the panda bears were wrestling and oh so cute, but we couldn't get through the crowd (of a million Asians), and then her husband told me to "Calm down, lady" after the stroller witch told him that I was being mean to her. But! But! But! You hit me with your stroller, you loon! And seriously? Did you sharpen the front of your graco duoglider into a dagger just so you can get mean people out of your way?
About 20 minutes later, I said to Todd, "Man, I really wish I had told them to fuck off."
(I feel like I can blog-swear now....Grandma June can't voice her disapproval out loud anymore...I hear her in my head, but I can handle that. It's kind of nice, actually.)
Zoo pictures to come. We didn't get that many because Owen had LOST. HIS. MIND. But I did get one of the cute pandas wrestling, before I was nearly mowed down by crazy and her duoglider of death.