If you remember from a few weeks ago, Brian has a strange obsession with getting a weird pet.

So Brian sent me the same picture 3 times. First he sent it to me a week ago with a, “photo for blog” message. Then, he sent it to me again a few days later, and asked, “Did I show this to you?”

He had, but I had been completely oblivious and forgot it even existed when I posted last Saturday’s blog post. I honestly didn’t even remember that he had sent it to me the first time, until I searched my gmail history. OK, to be perfectly honest, I probably hadn’t even clicked the link the first time he sent it.

(It was the cutest photo of a sloth sitting at a desk, which I’ve removed from this post because the internet is a scary place and you never know who is going to get made that you used a photo from IMGUR or Reddit…)

To which I immediately responded, “OMG Can we get a sloth!?!”

Then Brian told me, “It seems so happy!” and I was so excited I thought I might pee, I could only say, “I know!” So Brian sent me these videos, which I can share because they’re from YouTube.:

Then he told me, “If you see one of these around today, go ahead and grab it!”

So I immediately went hunting for a sloth. I searched outside of our apartment. I searched near the mall. I searched at the furniture store. I searched at my favorite sushi restaurant, and my future little guy (I’m debating whether to call him, Pip, Sherlock, or Ebenezer. What do you think?) was nowhere to be found. I was pretty sad.

A few days later, just when I had forgotten all about Sherlock Pip Ebenezer, Brian sent me the picture again! And I had been having a bad day, and all was better again…because I remembered my future pet sloth.

Then Brian sent this out in a mass e-mail to his firefighting friend. There are no words.

“Can your firetruck do that?” he asked… He never did get a response.

Brian and I have been talking about trying a turducken. After I looked up how long it takes to make a turducken…I figured, maybe next year.

Then Brian decided that he had a better idea, and sent me a link to this article about a turducken ridiculous. He asked, “Can we?” I thought to myself, Well, when by we, you meant me…and only me…except for the eating part, because you’re very good at the eating part. And sometimes the cleaning part…and with a monstrosity like that…I definitely going to need help with the cleaning part… My response? “no.” He said to me, “I’ll take that as a maybe.” I ignored him and went on with my day.

Lastly, Brian sent me a really poorly written article about cheese…to which he said, Clearly meant for you. I didn’t even read it; just the headline, “World’s Most Expensive Cheese.” It’s a good thing he backed his story by saying that before I read the article…

So I did go ahead and do a little work in finding a video about it for you. Donkey Cheese: $576/lb.