I e-mailed my friend who lost her naked mole rat, and she sent me the last photo she ever took of him. It made me want to go to Thailand. More importantly, it rekindled my resolve.
I know I said I quit, but I lied. Many people who take pride in their research skills are a little appalled that they can't find one, me included. So here is my solemn vow: I will find this damn thing if it takes me the rest of the summer.
It's not even about the naked mole rat anymore, although I would love nothing more than to help my new friend out. No, baby, this is about pride.
If you just find me one, I will shut the fuck up about rubber naked mole rats always and forever, as soon as I devote a post to how intrepid and awesome you are.
That should be incentive enough, but if it's not, I have prepared this beautiful naked mole rat iron-on that I will affix to the cotton object of your choice. Just help me out here. Please. There are so many other stupid things in the world for me to fixate on, but I can't move on to them until this is resolved.
Hey, this has nothing to do with anything (not that anything here ever really does), but if you see the USPS commercial with Lance Armstrong in it, check out the building to the left side of the screen in the last three seconds. That's where I work. You can't see me, but I'm standing in one of those windows, watching the camera crew run around taking light readings and setting up heat lamps as Lance's testicle shrivels in the cold.
