It seems that I have developed a chronically busted upper lip. Every time the thing starts to heal, I smile, laugh, talk, or cross my eyes and the stupid thing opens up again. Oh well. It's giving me a gangster look...big fat lip.... I can see the headline: Jenny "Lips" O'Potterson (Fr. O'Kielty's version of me last name) Steals Hope Diamond to return to rightful king of France, Louis XX! Whatever.
I don't like this week. It displeases me. I'm trying to make a forest, but I don't know how to paint trees and it keeps raining and being windy and my flats keep going away because people buy them from under me. Argh. So frustrating.
Go take a nap dear and everything will look better. :):)
ReplyDeleteYou worry me. And I thought I had it bad with that 50-50 *cough* Apologetics test..
ReplyDeleteAh, but now that the flat fiasco is over, don't you feel so much better?
ReplyDeleteNo, I don't. I have three hours to make a donkey's head.
ReplyDeleteGo away, Ambrose. Don't even think about going over there to the next computer and commenting.
I'll administrator you.
Donkey's head???? What in the name of all thats green are you all up to??
ReplyDeleteUh. 'Bout 5'and nothing inches.
ReplyDeleteThat's not what I meant and you know it.
ReplyDeleteAre you guys by any chance doing A Midsummer Night's Dream?
Yes. We are.
ReplyDeleteAny questions?