Thursday, February 13, 2014
In which - oh man, not again and some random photos.....
"What's Latin for d-bag?" Shel said. He's been sitting in the window all morning watching the snow. Right now there's not a whole heck of a lot else to watch, given that we really can't see across the street.
Hmmm. "Found a page but it won't load."
"Darn. I was kind of hoping for a new insult," Maddy said.
"This is what's been causing all those storms over in the UK," John-John was telling Fawn when we went back into the other room. "They form here, go out to sea and end up over there. Of course, according to one MP, it's all my and Shel's fault."
"How?" she said.
"According to this muppet - whose name I have forgotten - all the storms are punishment from God for allowing gay couples to get married. Well, not that we're married, yet, but...."
"You should tell him that if he apologizes for being such an idiot, you'll make it an early spring," she said.
(FYI - John-John's from Manchester, England. "Muppet" is apparently Mancunian for "idiot." No offense meant to the real Muppets...)
"What do you think of this print? I think it'll look nice on you." I looked around. "Hey Mad, this wasn't a fat quarter, was it?"
"No, it's a yard. I still have a lot of it." She looked at Fawn. "Do you want a dress or a skirt out of it?"
Fawn looked at me. "You don't mind?"
"Why would I mind?" Humans might get a little worked up over something like that, but for us dolls, it means you both have good taste.
The Icicle of Damocles, currently hanging off the back of the house. It happens to be less than five feet off the snow...