Zoe's Back- Surrenderin
"Ooops, I can't count!. And then my cousin Pink sent me a gleed to keep them home fires aglowin!" I had to add this sentence to yesterday's blog on accounta i was supposed to use seven new words and i conveniently forgot gleed. I mean really has anyone ever used that word? And ain't coal fires illegal in this country anyways! Oh, they're not? Well they should be!
Mischa's dad useta always say 'if i were king...' and then make a sweepin proclamation of some sort. We kinda laughed with and at em when he did it.
But in hindsight, which we all know now, is perfect, he had a bunch a good ideas. But kings dont seem to get elected for good ideas now do they?
Speakin her dad...its his birthday today, but somehow he dont show up for it anymore. Mischa says he's hoverin, but i cant seem to find em anywhere.
Anyways we're sorta melon-collie on accounta him not showin up and we're just hangin around the house makin paintins of little houses on stilts. They is all floatin above a red island in a turk-oise sea. Im not exactly sure where we're goin with this, but then again, that's how we roll when we paint! Always waitin and waitin to see whats gonna happen next. Seems like we should be in more control of the situation. But Mischa says she likes surrenderin to the paintin. I dint know the thing was stagin a hold up, i woulda gone for my holster and my pearl handled six guns! Anyways, im gonna head out and see if the neighbors had barbee-q last night. If they did the remains is in the 'greenway' (aka the swamp). Later.
ps.
michel's story: Divine Remembering is at micheldemetriatsouris2.blogspot.com
michel's story: Divine Remembering is at micheldemetriatsouris2.blogspot.com
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