My neighbor came over to our house one summer day when I was 7 or 8 years old. Darla and my mother sat at the dining room table and visited. When I walked into the kitchen Darla said, "Watch out for the rats!"
"Rats?!" I gasped.
"Yes, the ones that go into your mom's freezer. I hear they have a fondness for frozen pie shells."
"Oh!" I blushed and felt a sudden urge to go outside and play.
Although I was old enough and certainly smart enough to know my gig was up, I'd been caught, I held a glimmer of hope that my mom believed rats were to blame for my frozen pie shell outer rim nibbling.
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On another note, a good friend is leaving for Africa tomorrow. Jealous! She sent me a link to a friend of a friend's blog who has just returned from a hike up Kilimanjaro--the same hike my friend will attempt. Good luck, K!
Speaking of travels, I am honored to be able to say that I'll be in Louisville, Kentucky next week for a Sleep Goblin and Dragon Slayer wedding. I can't wait!
I wonder if SG will take DS's name? Sleep Slayer? Sleep Goblin-Slayer? Maybe he'll take hers instead. Dragon Goblin. Now, that has a nice ring.
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You know, I've been trying to convince him of that for months, but I think your argument just might win him over!
Woot!
Another argument: Tell DS how cool it would be to hear the minister (?) say: "I pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Dragon Goblin."
Weird. The WV word is: gobhlg. Kinda looks like goblin!
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