"Oh, I do! I do!" Well, as long as Lily recognized that Steph was the Big Girl around here, it was probably okay if she wanted to hang around and watch Steph being awesome. Hoooofff. It was hard to be awesome when someone was squeezing all of the air out of your tummy.
But she could make due.
Hey! There were not in a pickle! They were in a Plan! "We are not! Your BUTT is a pickle," she called out to the newcomer. Really, why was Steph the only person who seemed to know what was going on around here? "And...pickles...are...GROSS." She felt the need to use what little oxygen she had left to inform everyone of the grossness of pickles.
Okay. The rafters on the ceiling were super wide - waaaay wider than her window ledge, and she sneaked out there all the time. Wordlessly, she started climbing up, which was a very slow-going process, considering the eight year old (possibly even nine – man, that was old) boy clinging to her middle. Her face was also going kind of blue, and that didn't help things.
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Date: 2007-06-20 05:32 pm (UTC)But she could make due.
Hey! There were not in a pickle! They were in a Plan! "We are not! Your BUTT is a pickle," she called out to the newcomer. Really, why was Steph the only person who seemed to know what was going on around here? "And...pickles...are...GROSS." She felt the need to use what little oxygen she had left to inform everyone of the grossness of pickles.
Okay. The rafters on the ceiling were super wide - waaaay wider than her window ledge, and she sneaked out there all the time. Wordlessly, she started climbing up, which was a very slow-going process, considering the eight year old (possibly even nine – man, that was old) boy clinging to her middle. Her face was also going kind of blue, and that didn't help things.