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...
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
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Maybe Santa has put a small package under YOUR tree Sherry?
then again
a subscription
to this blog is free,
requires no trees or stockings,
and is just like christmas all year long :)
HAPPY HUMP DAY EVE, SERENA JOY!
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/t.
Why, I believe he did, Mr. G. And of course he's going to make me wait until Xmas Eve to find out what it is.:P
Oh, dang, /t., it IS Hump Day. How in the world did I forget that? Must be all those visions of dancing sugarplums. Happy Hump Day!;)
Oh, wait, /t. -- I'm losing it. This isn't Hump Day. This is only Tuesday, so I didn't actually forget Hump Day. I'm not "quite" crazed. Happy Hump Day EVE!:-)
no, serena scrooge,
you didn't miss it at all
the spirits did their magic in just one night!
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/t.
I adore magic, /t. And thank goodness for it; kept me from Scrooging out.:)
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