Miss Begotten is one of my pet names for myself, for Southern Gothic reasons best kept to myself. Miss Begotten tries to speak plainly, but sometimes she tends to babble -- parenthetically, of course. It's never my intention to offend (and usually that's true - except on those [maybe not so] rare occasions when I mean it very friggin' much) but it sometimes happens, so if you're unusually easily offended...
Sunday, October 29, 2006
"Blood-curdling..." -- Part 31
"Oh, stop your caterwauling," said Haggis.
"But," Will Klopp stuttered. "But -- but you were a -- a giant and frightful snake the last I heard tell o' ye."
"And now I am not. Deal with it. Will you give me a ride? I will pay you."
"Aye, you may ride on my cart, for far be it from me to offend a -- a lady such as you, but I will take no money from thee."
"Whatever. When do you depart?"
"Meet me in the High Street in one hour's time. I will have my cart loaded and will pick you up there."
"So mote it be. I will see you in one hour's time, then."
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Yup, only two more days.:) Sunday's going pretty well so far, except that I haven't reset all the clocks yet. Hope you're having a good one, too.
Gar....she is still alive. Kill Haggis already! Enjoying it btw.
LOL. Here today -- gone tomorrow? Two more days will tell the tale.
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