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The rainstorm was lovely earlier this evening. I happily scampered about like a cartoon duck until I started to hear blood curdling feminine screams and general hysteria coming from the swampI was alone out there in the night as Frank is having a nap because he's sickly feeling and our roommate L. is also unconscious as she works graveyard. I looked about to see if there was any kind of twin peaksish/Blair Witch goings on but I saw no one just heard the amazing screams. Geesh as if my silly self could really do anything to help. I'm smaller than just about everyone. And me with my foot in mouth disease it probably would've gone like this...
Terrified Victim: Thank you for helping to save me!
Scampering Silly-pants (that would be played by me your humble narrator): Yeah well someone's got to do these things I just happened to be fluttering by, Often times I like to flutter about like a fruit bat. Just for because, glad you're not dead, maimed or otherwise abused... hey can we use one of your screams on our album? If not can you teach me your screeching technique? I'll knit you a scarf! (I knit people scarves as gifts of thanks. Folks tend to be less enthusiastic about scarves in the Summer.. But guess what? Today is the is the first day of Autumn! Buh-bye Summer! Hello Rain, Motorcycle jacket weather, Halloween, Dia de los Muertos or The Feast of All Saints, and the birthdays of my nearest and dearest of my heart. You KNOW who you are!
Well I'm losing focus, kinda drifting into the abstract... I should cut the nonsence and get back to knitting, Ive got alot of scarves to get done in the next few months. Oh and I'll be baking about a metric ton of those Fabulous "Oops I snorted everyone's drugs" powdered sugar covered Russian Tea Cakes cookies that are capable of turning any nice Yuletide gathering into a crime fest alot of theft happens, bribery, petty larceny, slander, all kinds of shit, people go bonkers over the Russian Tea Cakes. And I have yet to meet ONE male that actually refers to them as Russian Tea Cakes, hey boys, what are the Snow-ball cookies better known as?
Powdery Nut Balls!
Aw shucks.. Now I must paint or knit or better yet both!
A.D.D. Moment: I'm actually kinda hungry because... I really like my new cowgirl boots the plain black ones but I like the red and black ones too especially when... oh look! Racoons!
oh and stellar news! Frank's final quarter at school has started and he only has classes 2 days a week! RAWK!!
Terrified Victim: Thank you for helping to save me!
Scampering Silly-pants (that would be played by me your humble narrator): Yeah well someone's got to do these things I just happened to be fluttering by, Often times I like to flutter about like a fruit bat. Just for because, glad you're not dead, maimed or otherwise abused... hey can we use one of your screams on our album? If not can you teach me your screeching technique? I'll knit you a scarf! (I knit people scarves as gifts of thanks. Folks tend to be less enthusiastic about scarves in the Summer.. But guess what? Today is the is the first day of Autumn! Buh-bye Summer! Hello Rain, Motorcycle jacket weather, Halloween, Dia de los Muertos or The Feast of All Saints, and the birthdays of my nearest and dearest of my heart. You KNOW who you are!
Well I'm losing focus, kinda drifting into the abstract... I should cut the nonsence and get back to knitting, Ive got alot of scarves to get done in the next few months. Oh and I'll be baking about a metric ton of those Fabulous "Oops I snorted everyone's drugs" powdered sugar covered Russian Tea Cakes cookies that are capable of turning any nice Yuletide gathering into a crime fest alot of theft happens, bribery, petty larceny, slander, all kinds of shit, people go bonkers over the Russian Tea Cakes. And I have yet to meet ONE male that actually refers to them as Russian Tea Cakes, hey boys, what are the Snow-ball cookies better known as?
Powdery Nut Balls!
Aw shucks.. Now I must paint or knit or better yet both!
A.D.D. Moment: I'm actually kinda hungry because... I really like my new cowgirl boots the plain black ones but I like the red and black ones too especially when... oh look! Racoons!
oh and stellar news! Frank's final quarter at school has started and he only has classes 2 days a week! RAWK!!