Paris, no capybaras (part 2)
Every morning we faced the same struggle: lounge around in our fabulous apartment, or drag ourselves out into the melée that is Paris? Abandoning yesterday’s croissants in anticipation of a […]
Every morning we faced the same struggle: lounge around in our fabulous apartment, or drag ourselves out into the melée that is Paris? Abandoning yesterday’s croissants in anticipation of a […]
This is my friend, Mudskipper Rous. I call her Skippy. I wish she didn’t live so far away. Do you think a long-distance relationship could work? She’s growing up fast, […]
As the Human in Charge of this blog, it occasionally becomes necessary to hijack a post and write about something that has nothing whatsoever to do with capybaras. If you […]