Of confused dandilions and small boys
One of the Angel's friends posted on Facebook that her father visited her house in Maine.... And picked a yellow, newly bloomed dandilion. Even the flowers are confused, with temperatures in the 40's and low 50's.
It is hard to recall that Christmas is in two weeks. We have the dark of winter, sunset at 4:30, but not the cold.
In more amusing news, while I changed clothes in the bathroom there came a polite tapping on the door. Followed by "Ooooow-Ooo-Oooooow!" Which was repeated several times in a high pitched time. Followed by "I am a ghooooooooost" in a rather familiar small boy's voice. Just as I managed to stop grinning like a loon, the voice added "I will eat your soul!"
It is extremely hard to not howl with laughter, but I managed to as I did not want to hurt his feelings.
It is hard to recall that Christmas is in two weeks. We have the dark of winter, sunset at 4:30, but not the cold.
In more amusing news, while I changed clothes in the bathroom there came a polite tapping on the door. Followed by "Ooooow-Ooo-Oooooow!" Which was repeated several times in a high pitched time. Followed by "I am a ghooooooooost" in a rather familiar small boy's voice. Just as I managed to stop grinning like a loon, the voice added "I will eat your soul!"
It is extremely hard to not howl with laughter, but I managed to as I did not want to hurt his feelings.
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