Every Friday I’m going to blog about something frabjous. What? You don’t know what frabjous is? For those of you who are Jabberwocky illiterate - frabjous means wonderfully extraordinary. Or extraordinarily wonderful. Basically it’s a really cool way to say something is awesome sauce.
And wombats are Frabjous. They may even be double frabjous. They are seriously one of best animals in the entire world. One day I plan on meeting one in real life. And hugging him, and squeezing him, and petting him and I will call him George. In fact, I talk about wombats so often that my 8 year old daughter is going to become an animal rescuer in Australia and she has promised me that if the wombats in her wombat section are not “acting up”, she will bring one out and let me touch it. (I’m not going there – she’s too bossy. There’s a reserve in South Australia where they let you cuddle them and hold them all the time. I’m going there. They have koalas and kangaroos too, but whatever. WOMBATS.)
What do you mean, what is a wombat? How can you not know what a wombat it? I am about to bombard you with cuteness.
See? It’s a real life teddy bear. Except it’s not a bear. And I don’t think this guy’s name is Teddy. But seriously. They love to cuddle. And look at them.
You want to fly to Australia right now and hold the cutest marsupial in the world, don’t you? Of course you do. That was a silly question.
Also. It’s just really fun to say. Try it. Oh, come on, humor me. Say it OUT LOUD. See? Wasn’t that fun? Wombat. I can’t help but smile when I say it.
Oh. One last thing before I end this Frabjous Friday post – NEVER, EVER GIVE A WOMBAT A RED BULL. Trust me on this, okay?