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And now...it's October! This year is going by in a whirlwind...I am so confused! It'll soon be Christmas, and New Year, and Easter, and Enya, and Thanksgiving, and Christmas, and New Year, and Easter and...goodness...I think I got a little ahead of myself for a moment. Happy October the 14th...

Happy Late-icious Birthday-licious Wishes-schmicious!

Father: *hog-tied in back of Rosa's car* Ok, we turned right. And then left. Heading straight. Round a roundabout...missed the exit...round again...and off...along a road between trees...and *ooph!*...over a speadbump...

Me is! Assumeing we mean the MC Facebook group...not the "Slimy smelly Banana Peel" group.

It's hard to be obsessed with one, without the other. Where there is Tim Burton, there lurks a Johnny Depp and a Boham Carter in his wake.

Father: *dragged into a car*Ooh, classy...Real leather...Smooth to the touch...LET ME OUT OF HERE!

Father: *being dragged out the door* I'm sorry...did you just call me fat? I knew coffee was a bad idea for a low-carb diet...is coffee a carb?

Does anyone know why there isn't a movie of Wicked in the works? The songs, story, etc are amazing...but I haven't been able to see the actual production. It isn't a movie is it?

It's always worth asking which is their favorite Muppet, and why. Heather Henson had a fantastic story about being given the original Robin puppet because she loved it so very much.

Father: NO! *snatching at Teddy, but missing it* Mr Flumpy Bear! Viq! As your father, I order you to return Rosa's money right away...assumeing she has a reciept?

*starts handing out 3-D glasses* These should certainly help with that...

Father: *turns to Rosa* I see what you are doing...you are here for my son, arn't you. If you can't have me...you want to take my son and make him love you the way his father never can...well, if that's your plan then forget about it, girl! Viq...who is oddly under the table at the moment...will...

Which are both ok, so long as he doesn't laugh. It's the laugh that goes "Pepe peppe!"

Father: *smells burning* I'm almost certain no one has been making toast this morning...

Great...now I have Cantus singing I'm Too Sexy....

They even snuggled...something else to think about.

I dunno something smells (wait for it) fishy about this whole thing...

Well, I still have a few to shell out.

Bo: Just for a moment, stop panicking and explain what is going on... Mildred: *jagged speach between sobbing* Well...you realise I am a lady of letters... Beau: Just a few. Mildred: *jumping up* Just a few? I am a woman of many initials! And now they are suggesting those be taken away...

You think we should wave goodbye to this topic? I simply will not sand for that!