( It seems like a lot, but it went by so fast... )

( No flowers yet. )

I believe I have, at long last, found an example of modern music with which even the most stodgy of gentleman (Victorian or otherwise British) cannot find fault: it's about tea.

I shall have to celebrate.

(No, not with tea.)

( Another busy month )

Ali stretched out on her blanket, wringing water from her hair. It was a warm day at the beach, perfect for swimming and sunbathing. Just the quiet sort of morning Ali needed. She was tired after the long swim, and caught herself yawning. It was tempting to take a nap, but instead she got out a book and her iPod. No studying today, at least, ( Read more... )

The weather was a bit dreary the morning of the great sphinx grooming. After all, what self-respecting sun would want to come out after being told he didn't whistle properly? So the little grey clouds had moved in and decided to stay. But that did not stop our intrepid explorers the goslings from looking forward to an eventful day at the zoo. ( Read more... )

Ali walked with Sweeney through the Nexus, keeping an eye on their "chaperon" to make sure the puppy didn't wander too far away. She walked with a bit of a slouch, head down just enough for her hair to fall in her face and hands in her pockets; she walked slowly enough for Sweeney to keep pace. She walked until they reached one of the more ( Read more... )

( A short month, but very busy... )

It was Thursday, and gods (and LOLs) willing, everybody was ready for the opera. The goslings were all wearing their best, despite Morty's last-minute attempt to refuse to go on grounds of his suit not being green (he's settled on a very nice navy blue for the evening), and were quietly playing while they waited for Sweeney to arrive. Ali was ( Read more... )

Ali walked away from Daisy without a word. She didn't stomp or glare at everything in their path, but Sweeney should have no trouble realizing he's in trouble. It's probably got to do with her vice-like grip on his hand ( Read more... )