More About Hats, and Other Trivial Matters
If I had more energy these days, I'd do something about this beast who's taken advantage of my good nature. But I don't, so I went shopping for hats and things. This was after a most grueling half-hour getting measured again for clothes, then another two hours which were much more enjoyable choosing patterns and fabrics and things. I like that part. I despair at finding any appropriate shoes that will fit me though.
I've realized that if we go soon, I'll have visited three different periods in the same week: Victorian London, 1920s Harlem, and Napoleonic France.
I think Jas will be relieved that, as I predicted, Mortimer is just fine with my explanation.
The very confused man is now a cowboy. Well, okay then. I wonder if he got the John Wayne answer too?
I've been rereading Smoke and Mirrors. The story about Mrs. Whittaker always makes me so sad. I hope I never end up like that. I'd rather fall to iron than be dauntain.
((And remember folks: hell hath no fury like James Hook when someone has put his teddy bear in a frilly girly outfit. It's true!))
I've realized that if we go soon, I'll have visited three different periods in the same week: Victorian London, 1920s Harlem, and Napoleonic France.
I think Jas will be relieved that, as I predicted, Mortimer is just fine with my explanation.
The very confused man is now a cowboy. Well, okay then. I wonder if he got the John Wayne answer too?
I've been rereading Smoke and Mirrors. The story about Mrs. Whittaker always makes me so sad. I hope I never end up like that. I'd rather fall to iron than be dauntain.
((And remember folks: hell hath no fury like James Hook when someone has put his teddy bear in a frilly girly outfit. It's true!))