|That is one helluva litter box.|
Oh, archeology and pursuit of knowledge. And pets. How you vex me. Picked up my ax and shovel last night, as well as my surveyor's stand, and tried to see what else I could find. I'm five epic items from my Professor title, and I just keep digging up junk. Well, junk according to the academic circles in Azeroth--I find some of these items enchanting, and more meaningful as they belonged to the common folk than the artifacts of kings and generals.
And while the servers are down, I'll remind myself that I have plenty of other things to do, like write about what other players/bloggers have had me star-struck, or nicest things in game, and I want to write Navi something, and there are a few more road trips planned, and oh yeah...the weeds. The healthy, thriving weeds out there.
But nothing else is as important as training my dog to fetch me another cup of coffee.
Why are there sand kittens?
And, what is Brother Anton's story?