Legs1 has dressed me and SSS in completely redonkulous outfits.
She claims the whole family is getting ready to watch the Forty Ninnies. Apparently they are going to be playing some sort of game involving feet, panthers, and balls. Or maybe she meant balls of feet; I dunno.
All I can say is: if there are panthers involved, I’m glad there are 40 of those ninnies! Otherwise they’d have no chance.
So here we sit, in our outfits, until Sunday. After that, who knows?
By the way, I know many of you have wondered about my long absence from this blog. I asked Ugly Dog what I should say about that, and she said to keep my trap shut.
I don’t have a trap, but I think I’ll keep my story short and sweet: I’ve been very busy with the holler days, and with yards and yards of scotch tape, fountains of glue, and skeins of ribbon bouncing down the stairs… well, anyway, the less said about it the better, and I think all the photographic evidence has been destroyed.
Wish us luck with the ninny game and a speedy recovery of our clothing choices!