Okay guys, I don't have much time to post today. I'm still trying to get TFYO and the kitties to play nice. We're getting there. TFYO doesn't shriek with delight anymore when she sees them (she whispers it, instead), and they don't automatically hide under my bed when they see her. And Zoe and Chloe have both spent some time being petted by TFYO, so like I said, we're getting there. Chloe has also demonstrated she is a talker, by talking from about 1 a.m. this morning until I finally got out of bed around 6:30. She's now comfortably sleeping in my spot on the bed.
I did manage to get my driver's license yesterday, and I owe a big apology to everyone who lives here by assuming that y'all would be as insensitive as the folks who work for the DMV in South Carolina. The people who work at the Georgia Department of Driver Services are lovely,pleasant, helpful, and didn't say "boo" about my Green Card. The only hitch is that they will only issue one year licenses to folks who have a Green Card issued prior to 1990, which the lately nicely and logically explained. I'm okay with that, doesn't bother me to come back every year to get it renewed. The picture wasn't half bad either. I'll write about it a bit more later. I'm off to have my hair highlighted today, I'm feeling very brave and lucky, so why not?
In place of a regular post, I thought we could try something that Willow Tree does, when he's too lazy to write anything *grin*. I'll give you a sentence, and you all can write a story/poem/whatever in the comments. I give you the first line, then you guys continue with each comment. Your regularly scheduled Friday Five will occur tomorrow.
"There was a little girl, who had a little curl...."
So, let's see where that story takes us!
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Her mother found her with a pair of scissors in her hand...
and the cat had a bald spot on it's back
which was understandable, as the cat had recently peed on the girl's favorite dress
because the kid never cleaned the litter box.
A litter box, incidentally, that once held
Grandpa's ashes. He was a true cat lover.
he stuck in his thumb and pulled out a plum and said "Now how did that get in me bum".
Sorry, wrong poetry corner.
Let's see,
There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
When she was good,
She was very, very good,
But when she was bad, she was actually me!
Ahh Jen I love this...
Erm,
Strangely the litter tray always smelt of humbugs...but the cat didn't seem to mind because it was too busy thinking about...
...his arch nemesis, Fido, who always seemed to leave his...
favourite chew toy in the cat's bed.
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