This otter and I have something in common. At this time, we are both skeptical of everyone and everything, and we would like our suspicions to be confirmed one way or the other.
We also both post cryptic tumblr updates.
Except otters don’t have opposable thumbs, or computers, so they don’t.
And I’m not in middle school, so I don’t.
So really, all I’m trying to say is that this otter is skeptical and I couldn’t find a good way to explain it.
"Nice wig Janis, what’s it made of?"
"Your mom’s chest hair!"
The expression on this otter’s face summarizes exactly how I feel about the time between now and the end of finals: tired, bored, and a lot lazy.
"I’m sorry if people are jealous of me, but I can’t help it that I’m popular."
"I’m not like a regular mom. I’m a cool mom, right Regina?"
"Please stop talking."
"Shhh. Be quiet and they otter go away."
I call this one “Karen, Regina, and Gretchen.”
Maybe it’s the squinty eyes, but this otter just looks like it’s going to make a sarcastic comment and then slap someone upside the head with one of its little paws.
OH MY GOD THAT IS SO FETCH!
Please God, please let it rain fish. Low calorie fish that burns thigh fat. And let Isabel choke and die on one. And maybe, if you’re feeling super generous, bring me a hot otter with a butt that won’t quit. Amen.