Today I watched a whole bunch of soccer games because I'm supposed to be learning all the rules of soccer since I'm going to be a referee and I'm hoping not to look like a complete imbecile. Whether or not I actually will pick the rules up is debatable.
Right behind me Heidi is practicing a jazz dance that really I don't understand but maybe I would understand if she had her costume on and she really was holding the thing that she is supposed to be holding. If she did have those things irrefutably it would be unambiguous and superb.
Our horse is happy, but a board fell out of the barn ceiling. So my dad went out (with plenty of help, of course) to fix it. The other children enjoyed playing in the hay.
See, Ellie's happy, Mary's happy- and one can't be sure what Burt happens to be doing, at least he looks happy too. But who can tell? Perhaps he just wants to jump off the pile and then devour as much hay as possible. I can see him doing that, and I wish he would. Ha- ha, just kidding, I can see me doing that too.
Oh one of my new favorite words is dastardly rogue. Or knave, which works too. Those mean sort of the same thing as a churl. In case you wish to know.
And now I must skedaddle. So TTFN, Ta-Ta For Now.
Signed, Miss Me Myself.
P.S. I Might Return Tomorrow.
Love your post! It is very funny! I have never seen Heidi in such an outfit before. Nice dance though:) I love reading your posts! You all have a great blog! :)
ReplyDeleteBy the way that was me, Mary Kate not my churl sister McKenzie. Just kidding! P.S.Clara, you are influenceing us all with your midevil insultes.
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