When I saw that the temperature on New Year's day was supposed to be a balmy 59 degrees,
(in January... that's balmy)
I knew that we had to get O-U-T of this house!
Maybe we stayed up until the wee hours of the morning the night before,
and maybe I had a glass of champagne or two or three,
but I was NOT going to let a day that warm go by without being out in it.
And miraculously, everyone was up, dressed, fed, and had their shoes and coats on by 9:30 am,
ready and anxious to go to the zoo.
(Try that on a Sunday morning... )
The best thing about going to the zoo in the winter is that the animals are so much more active.
The tiger was roaring,
the cheetahs were pacing,
Even the lion was up and looking majestic.
(Quincy edited this picture. You know I didn't...)