Thursday, November 22, 2012

IN WHICH WE KILL THE METAPHORICAL SQUIRREL/TAKE ON OUR FAMILY



O joyous day! We have returned, with our spirits more free and unbroken than ever before. We heralded our return to the front country by calling out triumphant bear calls through the airport . For weeks after, some of us (ahem) could only pee outside. Some of us (AHEM) were cited for public nudity. Our legs were so hairy that someone asked L-Nasty if she was wearing tights. R-Nasty was oft found wandering aimlessly through Millenium Park, gazing longingly at the Bean and the mountains it scarcely resembled, whilst sadly muttering Simon and Garfunkel lyrics. The ostracism we felt finally drove us back to our newly-adopted homeland, Alaska. We spent three joyful months trying to emulate Timothy Treadwell, also known as the Grizzly Man, and live among the massive and majestic grizzlys. We lead a joyful existence, until R-Nasty lost a toe to Cecil, bear numero uno, and L-Nasty got a little too comfortable with Orange Julius, bear numero dos. We also learned Spanish during our time in Alaska among the bears. Sadly, our non-bear family summoned us back for the Thanksgiving festivities. We are being called to eat the eggs of a chicken mixed with "mayonnaise", and must depart. The attached video was a result of our being roofied by our human granny when we refused to rejoin our "real" family. Stay tuned for a family photo!