There's a Holiday party at the home of, Tim Desmond. If people show it's sure to be a, grande evente attempts to make it rhyme, fail. We'll be singing the songs we love to sing without a single stop. By the non-existent fireplace while we watch the chestnuts pop!

Penguins: Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

[ooc: open to all, Bit of OCD ( Read more... )

"Blue Canary to Birdhouse, come in Birdhouse."

That was the voice that greeted me when I called home. It was how I knew it was Greta not Alina that had answered the phone.

"This is Birdhouse, come in Blue Canary."

"You're not here yet. Does that mean you're not coming?" I could tell she was disappointed ( Read more... )