So, last we left our intrepid heroine, she was being attacked by giant antlers -because tiggers are curious cats and can't leave anything alone! O.o Eventually, eeyoremama got me out of the woods, and back on the bleeding bus. It was very heartbreaking to be on that bus. It went speeding past all kinds of lovely turn-offs, where, according to clues, there were boxes *sob* For instance, we sped right by the very house in Girdwood that collapsed during the earthquake and across the street from which Nana C had planted a box. i waved forlornly from the window. . .
Thursday, January 24, 2013
As a matter of fact, i have my boing back. i have decided my goal for this new year - the 50th year of my life - is to post at least every other day. you all are gonna get sick of me.