Elbow, Elbow, Wrist, Wrist…

I've decided that Annie thinks she is Miss America or the Ward Greeter for the world. Riding the Gondolas (reminds me of a ski lift) at the Zoo had Annie waving and greeting every Gondola that passed by. Of course all the people in the other Gondolas waved and greeted her back with smiles. Pageantry does run in the family so who knows. I'm definitely not pushing he her that direction of my own accord. I don't have much patience for bubble-headed beauties...they remind me too much of those hollow chocolate Easter bunnies. No honey of mine is going to be any sort of bunny, chocolate or not!!