Fickleknitter

September 01, 2008

And they call him, Gigantor

Once upon a afternoon dreary, while I pondered weak and theory,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten bore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a flapping (and flapping, and flapping and),
As of some one roughly throwing it's gigantor insectoid body against my (suddenly flimsy) chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.

I really feel our house needs a
No Solicitors Including but not limited to Beetles of the Enormous Variety. This means YOU!
sign out front. I'll get right on that just as soon as the screaming stops.

Maya stayed remarkably cool during the whole privation of decorum.

(This photo is for blogless Amy, whose Aunt Linda gave Maya this adorable outfit last summer. I love having wise gift givers who do things like give you baby clothing for the following summer.)

Me, myself? I'm in the Grasshopper Confederation. Mainly I believe due to the baking of all my brain cells in the heat of Condenado Caliente Palm Springs.

Perhaps you've noticed the photo of my burnt orange sweater showing negative progress. The ripping back of my knitting sounding like freakishly large beetle wings flapping perilously close to ones person, to the both of which I say...Nevermore.

Posted by Michelle at September 1, 2008 11:32 AM