The rascal ballerina spies on the world from my lap.
Her enemies, who must be glared at and kept under supervision at all times, are: Skateboarders, kids in strollers, cars, especially trucks, and people listening to music while jogging. I know, they are a suspicious lot, aren't they!
And of course any and all bugs, which meet their doom if they stray close enough. Be warned, bumble bees!
Yup, those are my pajama bottoms. I have real clothes on my upper body, but people on the street really can't see the bottoms. So there.
And I have to show you how green everything is all of a sudden:
3 comments:
No one can glare like a cat!
Looking down your posts I see Romeo & Juliet, cardamom cupcakes (good choice! i had one yesterday!) and lots of interesting tidbits about your story. It always feels like a tantalizing, too-brief glimpse between pages. I want to know more!
I love the green....
Laini, I'll write you an e-mail with more stuff :)
And Kirsti, I know you do.
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