|This guy is seriously terrified. I wonder why...|
|Oh. I mean, uh-oh.|
|You and me both, buddy.|
|Matilda was quite satisfied with herself.|
She continues to pull him off the bookshelf weekly.
|Wait. What's this thing? It makes me think about Ghostbusters, |
but it's actually a preview of tomorrow's Christmas treat!
I can hardly wait.
No falls today. It was 41 degrees at one point...even a little sunny. No, really. Lots of melting going on. That icicle has practically withered away. I'll probably fall tomorrow, which makes me think about The Princess Bride. It seems like a good point to make a nerd detour. You know, when Westley talks about his time on the ship with the Dread Pirate Roberts. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning. That's the conversation the ice has with me every night. And if the ice and I follow the Dread Pirate Roberts' pattern, I will eventually become the ice...
P.S. Matilda's back is at 10 inches. Her tail towers above the earth at just over 17 inches (not 17 inches of total tail, of course. That would be ridiculous).