The Wrath of Dawn
In which our plucky heroine shovels snow...
... again. Or should that be still?
Still pondering #debi's question re my biggest adventure...
I can, however, in this brief respite from the one-person chain gang in my driveway, answer her second question...
"Wait--did you just say that you have fairies flying out of your butt?!"
No. No, I did not. I said, "Only the very daintiest of tiny, tiny, sweet-smelling roses such as fairies and sprites might exude." So, in fact, while I have yet to have fairies fly out of my butt, I do, on occasion, have fairy-like scents emanating from that very source.
Gah. Next I'll be posting about being sick-inna-hedge.
P.S. - I'm also still contemplating Cooper's question: "One person, one meal. Who would it be and what meal? And, of course, why?" Gah! Hard question!
Posted by WrathofDawn at 11:27 a.m.
3 Comments:
I am shocked, shocked I say, by this topic of conversation.
I suspect the influence of Mister Farty. Possibly.
'gtbisnzh' - expression to indicate that the Ferrari 599 GTB Fiorano that Ricardipus claims to own, is invisible.
Nah. Mister Farty's innocent. This time.
Blame the Duck. Everyone else does.
Hey! Blame me! Everybody else does.
One person, one meal: My best friend at school - Graham Cooke - egg and chips. As long as it's his mum cooking it.
Ah, nostalgia.
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