My Simple Life?

Our crab died last week. TC (The Crab..would have been The Hermit Crab, but THC implies we live a much cooler lifestyle than we actually do) was a good crab. We got him when we lived on The Cape. He loved to hang out, he loved to crawl around on the apartment floor. He had the best personality. If you don't believe me you should meet our other crab Paco. TC was never a crab meant to live in the wild. He would stay in his shells long after he had outgrown them. He was innocent. He never knew fear. Long ago, when we first got him, we would play this game. He would run around in is waaaayy to small of a shell and I would pretend my hand was a bird and swoop down and touch him. I tried to explain to him the importance of protection, but he was young and fearless. Ahhh crabs. But it was his time (and by that I mean I have been over having pet hermit crabs for about a year). Poor Paco is greiving, but he'll be fine...

In other news - work has been awful lately. I find myself seeking solice in toddler rooms. Have you ever been in a room of 10 two year olds?...yeah, I consider it peaceful if that tells you anything.

Dave is doing great. Nothing seems to phase him. If calm, cool and collected were an olympic events he would totally medal.

Anyone on Twitter? I can't seem to figure it out. Is it any good? Right now I hate it, but I have been wrong in the past. Leave me a comment and let me know what you think. Also this DGM entry cracked me up.

Okay- Bye