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Thursday, March 18, 2010

*i plotz.

tra la.


Halloooooooooooo, friends! Oh my, it's good to see you.

perheps.


I mean, truly. How long has it been since we've really sat down and had a chat? It has to have been at least Monday.

well.


You don't come by, you don't leave comments. The Woodside grows cold with neglect.

noway.


Don't you love me anymore?

heh.


What if I give you a little smile?

werd.


Eye twinkles? Does that do it for you?

har!


Laughs? Oh ho, my darlings, I find you disarming and hilarious.

elbone.


Oh, wait! SECRET WEAPON: elbow chub. The Woodside has that in spades.

nah.


Ah, that's better. Now you are back, under my spell once again. You had me worried there for a moment.

plotz.


This world ain't gonna take over itself, you know.

2 comments:

Anonymous
at: 3:33 PM said...

Hahaha hilarious. Oh Stella, you slay me.

Jeannie says:
at: 4:37 PM said...

What a way to tell a story. Love it!

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