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I'm not sure all of you knew i was on a two week vacation; i was.

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I am now leaving (weaveen) again (gen).

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To camp!!

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The Wolf Who Cried Boy:

... by Margaret A. R.

*please note that my spelcheck does not work*

Once upon a time in a small pack lived a boysterous young wolf named Wolforinos. Wo for short.

One day he decided to cause a little trouble and barked as loud as he could, "Boy! Boy!! Nice, juicy BOY!!!!!!!1" So all the other wolves came running and when they came, there was no boy. Wo got scolded for that.

Two days later, Wo got bored and tried the trick again. "Boy, boy, he's really big!!" Again all the other wolves came, and again there was no boy. Wo was the wolf version of grounded.

About a week later, Wo saw a rabbit and decided it was probably male, so he yelled, "Boy!! He's getting away!!" Yet again the other wolves came and yet again they were disappointed! Nobody talked to Wo for six days, until they heard him again.

"Boy! Boy! He has a stick!! Nice and yummy!!!!!!!!" Of course none of the wolves paid any attention to him until he walked into the midst of them, belly fat from eating the boy all by himself. Boy, was he happy.

Arsenic and

Anna got done with the Alfred piano books, so Mom took us to Ritters for Frozen Custard. We asked for medium cones, and the lady accidentaly gave smalls, so she gave us mediums too. We have a picture of us being pigs with our two cones each.

Now we're watching Arsenic and Old Lace. She (Anan; not Abby or Martha or Elaine) is here for a sweepopher. Fun!!

You do know Vogel is pronounced 'FO-gull' (at least by me), don't you?

I can't stand it when people extinguish candles/matches with their fingers.

Never drink elderberry wine.

Old Lace,

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Posts! Posts! Po-po-po-po-po-posts!!!

Yes, it's the same only slightly more enthusiastic!

Miy Spel Chekk dusent werk.

A flamingo among pigeons - The first person to say where this came from gets something. Still undecided. It might be nothing, but then again, it might be something. Maybe a sticker. Or a monkey.

Bedtime - Half an hour ago.

Blue - Halfway between 'Blast' and 'Cue'! Fireworks and acting, all rolled into one!!

Flour - Bland.

Langweilig - What i am.

Afraid that the printer might eat me - Also what i am.

Mule - Half donkey, half horse.

Liger - Half lion, half tiger.

Chable - Half chair, half table (don't ask me how).

Lightheaded - Also what i am!

ö - Cute. Like little screaming faces. Only silent. Maybe they're really quiet singers.

Actually going to bed - Still me!!!

Posts! Posts! Po-po-po-po-posts!!!

Yes, i've gotten in trouble for not posting, so here goes…

Sidekicks - Nice kids that come with you on your heroic (arobic) adventures, or people that constantly kick your side? Which makes sense?

Typos - Meen.

LOL - Laughing Out Loud or Locks Of Love????????

Real life - Not worth it. Don't pay attention to those people, post on your blog!!!!! (and mine, too)

Food - What i'm gonna get right now.

I'll go on with this later.