When my love and I bought a house just under half a year ago in Utrecht there was one rule: no new cuddly toys. Yes, I have a tendency to think that the animals 'live' and can 'suffocate' under the blanket, but at some point you slowly creep towards 30 and think: Look, grow up. But I don’t wanna. The rebellious child in me saw this cute sloth (a sloth yes, but the English 'sloth' sounds nicer) at the airport in Costa Rica and thought: fuck it, this one is coming home with me. Since finding the sloth turned out to be quite a quest (those animals sleep 20 hours a day and only come down to poop HAHA), which I managed to do at the last minute, I think it’s allowed. So sorry, Sander, this little sloth baby is coming straight home with me. Yay! P.S.: Her name is Sjors by the way. And now in your most slippery way: Sjors the slippery sloth sleeps at night without socks.

Today we cuddle : Amayzine.com.