Maybe it's all in my head, but lately things have seemed a little strange around here. You know that feeling someone's watching you?
Like I said, it's probably nothing but just...odd.
And no one can deny there's been a chill in the air since Evilyn returned with her doll-like whisper and feverish stare.
Thank goodness there's nothing upsetting about the advent of three tiny cousins!
Unless you fail to push someone on the swing quite as constantly as she'd prefer.
Or forget to keep an eye on the one in orange.
Mainly, though, I think my concern revolves around one tiny mantid named Charles Portis and why it is he seems to deny nature and refuse to molt. I grudgingly admire him for it, if you want to know the truth. Us outlaws have a certain code of conduct when it comes to such things.
But on the other hand, it would be so much lovelier if he's just do it.
Dear reader, I may be absent for the next little while. I'm tired of calling it a hiatus but always feel I should say something to save you the time of checking in.
Please, if you were a winner on that recent bookmark giveaway, do send me your address...even if you've won previous contests or happen to be my sister and assume I'd have it on file by now. Darling, (cue glittering, coloratura laughter) never assume competence on my behalf!
For those of you who were disappointed not to have had a chance to enter, I will try to do this again, soon.
In the meantime, take good care. I hope things are well with you...