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Friday, April 06, 2012


When I hear the word exotic I know I am in for a surprise. Most times I like to avoid that surprise.

Take for instance an exotic animal exhibit.  You are bound to see a bunch of reptiles that in my opinion have nothing exotic about them.

Exotic to me means beautifully different, strikingly unusual as the dictionary indicates. And yes, you can argue with me that a snake is beautiful, but anything that has scales and no limbs is not beautiful in my eyes. Being that this city girl lives now in the country, I get to see some of those slimy exotic things sliding around the grass. Thankfully, it is not very often.