Nothing could live up to the previous installment, so I'm not even going to try. Instead, I'll just catch you up on what happened before The Littlest Bella arrived:
"I'm a hundred and eight years old--I don't know what the kids think is 'cool' or 'fresh' these days--oh God! See! I'm calling them kids. It's hopeless. I should just yell at her to get off my lawn."
Ahahahaha! This reminds me of your story about the annoying kids who kept ringing your doorbell. Fabulous. :)
Ah, interesting to see Tonner Edward describe Bella as 'some insipid teenage girl' - that's definately sticking with his Midnight Sun characterisation when you think about it, he had written her off as a non-sparkling pleb in the opening paragraph (all this was before he got a whiff of the outragrous flavour and everything changed). And, regardless of how tasty smelling she is, Bella always will be an insipid teenage girl. THE insipid teenage girl. Muppet. Anyway, nice work Cleo! & I have a package to send to a Shelf-Member, care of your postal address on your user info, yes?
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Ahahahaha! This reminds me of your story about the annoying kids who kept ringing your doorbell. Fabulous. :)
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& I have a package to send to a Shelf-Member, care of your postal address on your user info, yes?
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*needs to watch The Age Of Innocence again*
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