then there's the one about the woodpecker, but I don't eat woodpeckers
+ I predicted the future on Monday. I said to myself, "Signe, if you post this now, in a couple of days time you're going to be really annoyed with yourself that you didn't bother to (a) come up with a smart or funny reason for Merlin being transformed into a baby, or (b) think of a decent title." And I was right! I'd take it down and rewrite it, but I'm too lazy. And I still like all the funny bits and the cute moments - it just lacks, well, a good reason!
+ Familial language fascinates me. In my family, we don't break wind or fart, we let flee. Pronounced, for some unknown reason, 'leet flee'. Chaucer and my mother take equal blame for that one. My mother is also responsible for our top praise after a good meal being 'that was a vamous munch'. She was always too fond of silly poems and old dialects. My brother and I used to mork our cakes when we were little (licking the top so the other wouldn't steal it), but I've no idea if that was an us thing, or a generally recognised word.
+ Every now and then I get the urge to delete all my user icons and start from scratch. I'm getting that itch now. Along with a need to upload the new icons in the perfect order. By colour, maybe.
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+ Familial language fascinates me. In my family, we don't break wind or fart, we let flee. Pronounced, for some unknown reason, 'leet flee'. Chaucer and my mother take equal blame for that one. My mother is also responsible for our top praise after a good meal being 'that was a vamous munch'. She was always too fond of silly poems and old dialects. My brother and I used to mork our cakes when we were little (licking the top so the other wouldn't steal it), but I've no idea if that was an us thing, or a generally recognised word.
+ Every now and then I get the urge to delete all my user icons and start from scratch. I'm getting that itch now. Along with a need to upload the new icons in the perfect order. By colour, maybe.
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