Kitatha

but then some beavers said, my front door is still approachable, i will therefore build my den in the middle of this water.

And the water said, well then i’m going to fill your den with water

and the beaver said I Think The Fuck Not

and so it has been ever since

on the other hand, they very much know what they are doing because they can’t just go do it on instinct, they have to spend a couple years apprenticing to their parents as junior dam builders before they get it right - it takes so long that before they graduate they’ll probably help teach their younger siblings dam building too.

Guys this is Really Really Important….

Keep your Stick in your Pants….

Surreal Sunday is the perfect day to redecorate with one of these awesome stone rugs made by Vienna-based designer Martina Schuhmann. All those smooth stones are actually soft felted wool, which means that they look like real stone, but are actually soft and comfy to walk on.

Each felt stone rugs is a one-of-a-kind creation. She makes felt stone cushions too! They’re all sold via Schuhumann’s flussdesign Etsy shop or available as a custom order via the flussdesign website.

The capybaras

Most of my friends are aware that I do this, and will back me up in conversations without batting an eye when I reference my daughter. And the best part is that they literally never drop the story. They just 100% all the time accept that I have a two-year-old adopted daughter. The fact that she happens to be a sheep is an unimportant detail, not worth mentioning until an anecdote gets too weird to plausibly be about a human toddler.

Which actually takes much longer than you’d think, since human toddlers apparently have absolutely zero sense. “She bites if you stop paying attention to her” is believable, “she tries to eat rocks out of the landscaping” is believable, “she stuck her head through a fence and couldn’t get out” is believable. “She jumped a five foot fence and came screaming back into the house through the dog door when I left her outside in the pasture” does get some strange looks, though usually not for the right reason.

Occasionally the joke gets turned around on me, though. I posted a picture on my not-tumblr blog of her wearing my glasses, and every comment was “Oh my gosh she looks just like you!!!” “I would never have known she was adopted If you hadn’t told me!!” “Are you sure that’s not an old picture of you?!”

So apparently this is what I look like:

I was sitting in this park, on a bench, looking up at the night sky and all the stars and stuff, and I blinked and suddenly the entire sky was different. I’m talking different constellations, the sky absolutely packed with billions more stars, some so close they’re massive. I’m like wtf and suddenly I realise there’s an old man sitting next to me, dressed in like 1940s clothing, also looking up at the sky.

before I can ask him if he’s you know, noticed, he speaks, without looking away from the sky.

“this is what the universe really looks like,” he tells me.

“oh,” I say. a pause. “…can you put it back?”

he smiles and nods. I look up. the sky has gone back to normal.

“what do I do with this information?” I ask, looking at him again.