Oh, Seamus. Not on, kittyboy. Frankie's been having accidents in the house, and I'm not sure why. Back to the vet we go...
In conclusion, Jilli is never ever going to visit my house ever, and quite possibly not my entire city either.
Heh. My mom is terrified of your entire country, what with the crazy Jillifonts and the crocs and sharks and jellyfish and all that.
Purple Rain: look, I was a very sheltered child. Only way I would have seen it was at a friend's house, and that just never happened. Nora, I think this may mean MOVIE NIGHT.
Omg, gotta rock some Appolonia hair.
We're listening to the sdtrk to The Muppets this morning which makes JZ get up and dance in the kitchen every four minutes.
I'm thinking this could be a viable exercise workout like Punk Rock Aerobics.
That is a pretty awesome Jillifont attack. In our house in New Mexico we once saw two Jillifonts team up to attack another larger bug, at which point we realized that we were doomed, and pretty far down the food chain out there.
Sheesh, Typo, glad you survived. I love our woodstove so much. We just had a non-emergency running low of the propane and so were purely woodstove for a while there, and you'd never have noticed the difference in comfort level.
Tom, do you have the Onion and that other Mac-place Nillindexed?
No, that just coincidentally showed up in my RSS feed this morning.
Your previous behaviour belies that.
Why is belie such a hard word? It should be really easy. "Lie" is right there. But I'm always confused.
