One of the terrible things about....
DOING a last minute/pointless blogathon, is that there aren't very many people around to offer moral support. Basically, at this point, I'm writing to myself. *waves to self* Hello, you. You're looking might hot this fine evening. No, seriously. You should take off that coat... you must be sweltering under there. Have you had a good day today? Well, it's been an odd sort of day. Yes, it has indeed - but at least you got packages mailed off! Yes, I did. And you got some boxes unpacked/purged/repacked. The Twinkie gorge-fest was probably a bit much, however. And what were you thinking? Doing a blogathon with only a few precious days to go until Christmas errupts, leaving a trail of shiny ribbons and tissue paper in its wake. And here you are. Staying awake for 24 hours. You're so silly. And ambitious. And kind of selfish, if you REALLY think about. So, let's not. Ok. Ok. You are starting to crash. I see it in your eyes, and hear it in your tone. You're beginning to ramble. Don't you think you ought to wrap this up? Yeah. You totally should. Ok - you go ahead and publish this, and I'll run go put a fresh pot of coffee on. And pee. Oooooo. Sooooo gotta pee. TAKE YOUR CAMERA!!!!!!! No, not in THERE. In THERE. Yeah... right... there. No, you missed again. THERE! Right. In. To. The. Kitchen. Malleum sapientiorem vidi excusso manubrio! (I've seen hammers with the handles off cleverer than he is!)
Oh. Shut-up, Plautus.
wood I totally couldn't pick up. Well, I could pick it up.. because.. I did. *bubble in throat, gags, and spits all over arm* OH. UM. They messed this one up to. Um. This guy at the wood field he had like a trailer and like a dollie thing and he cut the wood and put it on the dollie and rolled it onto the trailer without picking it up! Cool, huH? we should totally get dad a trailer for christmas next year. I'm totally making myself sick. Are you still doing blogathon? Mmm. These are so hard to read because they're bright pink. They should be black. YOu could see it better. *coughs* What else did you buy? *smirks at me* *looks at me and laughs* *rumages through bag of junk food* *eats twinkie* What did Marcus say? Don't you hate it when it does that? When the twinkie skin gets stuck in the cellophane? Yum. I'm totally gonna be fat. Oh great. Nbwao, youf goannd bwoahgh that? Do I really talk that much? *picks twinkie out of teeth* I'm surprised. Well, not really. That twinkie over-did it. I feel lohk I'm gonna be fick. Ugh. What about you? *points at cat* I'll bet you wish you could have some of this. Spazz cat. Soooooooooooooo. What do you want me to talk about? *coughs into arm* *pets cat* *stares meaninglessly into space* *breathes in cat's nose* *cat licks lips* Ewwwwwwwww. What on earth is that music????? *****BBBBBBBEEEELLLCCCHHHHH****** That totally was not planned. *spits water everwhere and out nose* Ow that hurt my nose. *fits of laughter* *glances at screen to see what I'm writing* *laughs* *coughs* *sighs* phewwwwwwww. It was a rolly pollies in bugs life belch. *demonstrates lips blowing in breeze then farts* Ok. *looks at watch* *belches again* Too much chocolate. *groans* What kind of milk do they use in chocolate. Better yet, where does chocolate come from? That's the question. *shakes fist* Hmmm. Where DOES chocolate come from, Sara. I have all these terrible pimples on my nose. See? *squeezes my cheeks and squeels DON'T TYPE THAT!!!* What is this? *shakes Mandie's camera bag in my face* Oh, it's Mandie's? Hmm. I still have to get her a Christmas present. *rattles off list of people to buy presents for* *clears throat* Snowballs, twinkies, and chocolate - O, my. Have a very merry Christmas. And a sick new year. *throws hands up* I don't know. What do you WANT me to say??????????
Cool. It's Captain Canuck!!! Well, muchos gracias to Naomi for passing along 
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