This was a muffled phrase heard frequently in the early years of our marriage, as one or the other of us would sneak attack. It’s been a long time since either of us have had the energy or ambition for pouncing, and the best effort these days is generally crop-dusting or cup-caking, followed by a giggle.
I couldn’t help drawing the parallel when I saw this hammerkop sitting on the head of a hippo at The Kruger.
And while, to the best of my knowledge, neither my husband nor I spent quality time (whilst sitting atop each others heads) grooming ticks and leeches, at least Kurt never shat on my head.
Hope this Thursday post (actually on Thursday this time) helps you realize that while yes, there’s still one more day to go in the week, at least someone isn’t sitting on your head.
Love, Marla
A group of hippo is called any of the following: herd; pod; bloat (my favorite); dale.
Some days you are the Hammerkop and somedays you are the Hippo…babies, no matter how big they are so sweet.
Brilliant, Valentine.
The sitting on your head wouldn’t be much of a problem, the shitting in the hand…..
I gotta plan my vacations and just go, I wanna be eaten by a hippo after a hug a baby elephant.
Yes. Plan it and come visit. We have two spare bedrooms.
I really do envy you
Come visit. Or do you mean Kurt? You cannot have Kurt, but you can meet him when you visit. He will not fart on your head. I might…
Hahaha, funny post! Almost TMI!! hahaha
So wrong it’s almost right? 😉
Exactly!! 😉