Strokes of Genius, Thursday (December 10)
Her head was still full of thoughts of ladies, tigers, idiot kings, sexist archaic crap, and new boots by the time Katchoo arrived at work, and it was really the last of those thoughts that had her whistling occasional broken snippets of classic showtunes around the shelves as she restocked.
Mmm, clunky heels. She was a little sorry about the lack of cookies today, just because she could've crushed 'em under said clunky heels.
She'd have to settle for breaking out a new set of watercolors instead. Oddly, Katchoo was fine with that.
[OOC: Farmville did that thing again where it ate some of my gifts. It took the OCD with them.]
Mmm, clunky heels. She was a little sorry about the lack of cookies today, just because she could've crushed 'em under said clunky heels.
She'd have to settle for breaking out a new set of watercolors instead. Oddly, Katchoo was fine with that.
[OOC: Farmville did that thing again where it ate some of my gifts. It took the OCD with them.]