I came home from class (Ann[e] is officially calling me Cleo now; she seems to be pleased with her copy of the book, and I tested out the This book: *is signed* bit on her, and it seemed to go over well), and my poor dog meets me at the door and then I notice he can't even get up the stairs hardly. He's holding his front right paw up and limping
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--I bid you greetings with luncheon meat!
--Are you exceptionally swift?
--I await your response to my interrogative.
--My hairy chair is looking for the postal delivery employee who will bring me milk and honey.
--Again, I am pausing for your acknowledgement of my attempts to gain information.
--People from Montana applaud my swift wagers on coffee.
--See you later, adorable criminal.
The trick to not being confused by a foreign language is not trying to understand it at all and forcing it to conform to your reality. Besides, you're a best-selling author. It's your world now, dawg.
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I am totally stealing that for my list of things to write when signing books.
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People from Montana...
Maybe Sam Neill is saying Hi. :)
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*is dead from laughing*
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