of the gated community
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
adam tried to say
that magellan discovered florida. this didnt come out of nowhere. see before he offered this information, i was commenting that maddy is like magellan because she discovered the kitchen earlier today and claimed it as part of guam. i'm not really a historian so i think i'm wrong about magellan. and i know adam is wrong.
triceps triceps triceps
cabinets or a climbing wall?
triceps triceps triceps
cabinets or a climbing wall?
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
hug me/kiss me
Monday, August 27, 2007
i do what i want
Saturday, August 25, 2007
...and she's up
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
baby in the mirror
as soon as we walk into the bathroom and turn on the light, you smile brightly at that beautiful baby in the mirror. you know the light of the bathroom means you will be playing in the water.
what is it about the bathroom floor that makes you laugh?
after your bath you roll around in a towel and smack the tiles.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Thursday, August 16, 2007
green and everywhere
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Friday, August 10, 2007
mrl and ehb
Thursday, August 9, 2007
and then what happened, popsy?
...then tootsie and sandy (the sandman) met for some gelato to debate the matter at hand:
maddy's incoming teeth.
[Sidebar] sandy had peach, while tootsie had three gigundo scoops (vanilla, chocolate and hazelnut) in a wafer cone with sprinkles as a topping, (hold the pink & yellow ones). its a wonder that tootsie would even consider eating such a sugary snack since she is the toothfairy and all... (hello tooth decay?!) but nevertheless, they ate and smacked their lips, enjoying every bite. [End sidebar]
so as everyone knows, they couldnt talk over gelato because it clouds the senses. so back at home, they reconvened. tootsie asserted that sandy might try to be quieter at night to let maddy sleep through the pain of teeth-cutting-through-gums. she needs her rest. plus, remember what happened to the bad queen? she was wicked! and all because she was tired & cranky.
sandy reminded tootsie that she's always trying to control his every move. "let me do my job, tootsie!" he rationalized that putting the 'optical sand' in maddy's eyes is a very intricate and delicate task. one that involves precision, and if need be, noise. ...(i.e. he commands his assistant mr. snotgreen - via megaphone: "stay left, snotgreen, no you dope! right! move over to the middle... back...ummk, let 'er rip!").
as you can see, tootsie has a point.
but at 2AM, Düsseldorf time, tootsie was spent! she sighed: "goodnight sandy - i'm exhausted and i have tae-bo lessons in 5 hours." sandy agreed to discuss the matter another night. possibly over white figs and peanut butter next time. everyone knows that figs make the brain receptive to words. tootsie found her way to bed, put her lavender eye pillow on and passed out.
[next chapter tomorrow, maddy]
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
look i cant go to school
at your request...
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
"...yes she does"
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