At least I'd be able to tell people, "She died doing what she loved - crafting," when they came to Mam-ma's funeral after she rolled her cutter into the power cord of her cd player and was electrocuted.
Thank goodness for the plastic handle, Rose did not complete the circuit and is still alive.
Buuut, getting to eat all that ice cream still seems like a pri-tty rad consolation prize.
They stole my blood! And I forgot abouting fasting & ate a granola bar & drank a huge glass of chocolate milk as a treat-yo-self for jogging. Whoops.
Oh man, I am sure glad I
get to see this Squeaker
(I believe the secret to
healing the sorrow
in this world
is hiding somewhere
in those curls.)
Have yourself a merry
If that's too difficult
just stay home & watch E.T.
& get your head on straight.
It was Tiny's birthday Monday! To celebrate, we of course competed in a Penta-wizard tournament, where the only rules are you drink if you land on a good spot and you drink if you land on a bad spot. We let her be Gryffindor, rightfully so. (Although, she maybe is secretly a house elf in disguise.) Either way, we gotta love her!
"OhhHHH! THAT IS NOTANAME WE USE!"
- tiny (in key of Dobby)
"They just were... so... scerry... so... fast... always pretending... they were gonna... stay put and just... let me squish them. Every... effing... tiiiiiiime."
- my pitiful last words, of which I will spend eternity regretting my non-commital use of the F-bomb.