You know the crappiest thing about the end of a glorious holiday weekend? RIGHT NOW.
Mondays after an extended break are THE WORST! This particular Monday decided to enter my life with no lube bright and early when the battery in my earth murdering SUV (AKA White Lightning) decided to quit this b*tch. Luckily, I was able to drop it off at the shop and she’ll be good as new by lunchtime, but still. Getting a jump first thing in the morning isn’t my idea of a great start to the week (unless it’s a ho-stuff jump, then I’m all about it.)
But enough about me, let’s focus on YOU! I see you sun-bleached, unmotivated, sluts and I want you to know, I’ve got just the thing to bring a smile to those ragged mugs, A BABY SLOTH!
Pull out your Lisa Frank notebooks, fluffy pens and get ready to channel your inner Taylor Swift (AKA emotional 12-year-old) because I’m about to crack open a case of ice-cold adorbz.
Here’s footage of a Baby sloth munching on some tasty vittles for breakfast. Let the shimmering glitter rainbow of precious wash over your bitter heart. If you don’t squeal with delight after seeing it, you’re probably a communist.
OH EHM GEEEEE! SO CA-YOOOOOOOOT!! I’M DYING OVER THAT LITTLE WITTLE SWEETIE PEETIE!
Suddenly today doesn’t seem so bad. Sure, Cheryl in accounting is still a raging b*tch heck-bent on making your life a living nightmare one expense report at a time…but even that old trick can’t deny the healing powers of BABY SLOTH!