Hard Socks

There is something wrong with them. Normally I can muck around on the porch and in the beginning of the lawn and they don't smell or feel like this. Just when I think they're fine -- I smell down there and they smell like wet pennies. They feel hard on the botton and soft on the top which doesn't make no sense either. I have a right mind to blame Lorna but I thought she was in Mindyville this weekend. Luckily for her, I found a new pair under the furnace and I'll have to wear those until I can take these ones to the washmat. If you seen Touched by an Angel last night, you realize that Lorna will get her commonpense in the end.

Everyone knows i couldn't have been me

Today I got real angry.Two of the Cubbage Putch Dolls were missing from the presentation stage and I KNEW I DID MOVE THEM, they are supposed to stay in the den unless they have a performance show that night. Everyone knows it couldn't have been me, because alls I did for the last 2 days was wait for Lorna to come by and drop off the styrofoam balls I need for next year's elf heads. After I figured it out, I blamed the cats and smashed as many as I could grab with the toilet paper rolls I was saving for the bees. I threw cans of beets at the ones I couldn't reach and then some of them went under the furnace. Those ones are too fast for their own good!

Well, after that time I was thirsty so I had an Orange Crush and a chance to have a thinkback and right then I remembered that sometimes dolls can rub their eyes and wake up. Every one and a while they will check their elbows 'n arms to make sure god make them work right. Ha ha. Once they realize! They climb down from the shelf because they need some alone time. Of course they have a hard time walking at first and they get wobbly! But sure enough, they need some explore adventures and they'll figure it out! Normally people are sleeping when this happens. The only time I ever followed them was when I went into a magical and before i know it ... i've wandered into a magic cabgage patch of charms and delight and I am right under a beautiful waterfall of merry believe it or not. Suddenly, all sorts of different cabbage patch babies peeked out from behind conch shells and I danced with them as long as i wanted. Each one had his or her own special look, personality, name and so on and so forth and so from then on out i named them all Louisa and made them look the way I wanted. Then everyone cheered.

Its never too late to do it!

There has been a lot going on here and I won't get into it but you'll have to just believe it in faith until you see me in town and I have time to tell you. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother, but luckily I didn't give up and I just kept doing it until it was finished and now i've used a capturer to get it on the onlines so you can finally see what I've done. Well, I can hang it beside the thimbles and save it for next Thanksgiving's Baazaar and hopefully it will sell. I'll probably need to put pantyhose rapped into braids to rope it off, otherwise the cats will get into trouble around that area and ruin eveything, but at any rate it is never to late to start something you've started.

no way

Leave me alone! There is no way I will lend them to anyone. The last time I gave them to Marla they were just dumped on my doorstep in the middle of the night and when I went out to say 'who's there' I saw them in the dirt all wet and when I smelled them they spelled like the cats when they fall in the pond. So go buy your own you idiots.

Clots

I went into town to see the Doc and the news wasn't great. Every year I get even sicker after the Baazar becaue I exhaust myself as much as I can in order to get it all done before the deadline. People like that need to remember that elves don't just magically make themselves. Well, Doc said that those balls I been coughin up are probably caused by rotten glue gun fumes. I don't got no windows, so it turns out that when the air gets coughy like that you're supposed to stop and take a breather and get out of the elf area. It must be nice to be a rich doctor living on the mount, when some of us can't just drop everything important and put everything on hold and tie a nice bowtie on our lices and 'take it easy'. In the meantime, I would like to be a doctor and just sip coladas all day and live in the high life. He makes me SO MAD SOMETIMES.

He reckons I should call it quits, so I told him where to shove that and take a hike. In the meantime, I sprayed all the Lysol I could on those areas that make me sick and in the meantime I also killed a few aunts by spraying it in their faces. Those idiots tried to get into some rotten nog I forgot about on the space heater. I thought it was either that or they could just take a hike and cross over the road and hit Lynne's house. THAT'LL BE THE DAY! HA! So they are all dead and I need to sweep them up before the cats get to them.

In the meantime, Cheryl Debranto is pretending and now the whole team thinks that I am at the root of her missing kneepads. I have my OWN kneepads and there is no reason why I would take he kneepads. I've ritten C S on mine too NOT C D, so no one can even try to stealk mine or blame me for this crap. Someone found one Cheryl's under a log near Ponce Du Coupe. I don't even go near there so it is dumb that I'm getting blamed. It isn't my fault that leaches are attracted either. That is just nature!!!!!!!!!!