Again. . . sorry about missing days. If anyone's even reading this. (Anyone who is, please signal as such in the comments section. . . I don't expect to see any such signals for another couple of decades.) The prerequisite moping out of the way, let's get to the funny stuff. "But it's like Potions! No, it's worse than Potions!" "Good, good. . . let your hate fuel you." In cold or damp weather, Anne has bones that still won't let her forget it.
Sorry I missed Wednesday. . . if anyone at all is reading this. (About which I am pessimistic.) I wanted to edit that last line to "Then excuse me while I go make myself so," but I ran out of time. Have a good weekend!
If you don't want to get called out as a hypocrite, Anne, don't be a hypocrite. It was during those two early morning hours when she was supposed to be asleep. Don't you just love hyperbole? I wrote this one after watching Studio C's lie detector sketch. Lie detectors are just plain inherently funny, like identity theft.
I can almost here myself giving a similar lecture to my youngest sons...
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