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AWWWWWWWWWWWW! <bounces happily> ...<giggles> I don't feel so guilty for singing Christmas carols now! :p A lovely, LOVELY story, Beth! I especially like that familiar bearded figure. <Wink> Very well done!

I second that! Except in my case, I'd have to say that having three mothers is enough. Three? Yes three. I have two sisters that nag me more about grades and homework and such than my mother does! ...Which may or may not have to do with the fact that I've seen some of my mother's old high school...

So detailed! But very well explained, I must say. Rest assured, it will be explained. A dear what? ...Sorry, couldn't resist.

Chapter Fifteen Rowlf thoughtfully watched the vacant piano. “Hey Robin,” he said, “Wanna learn?” Robin looked up at him. “Learn what?” he asked. Rowlf tipped his head towards the piano. “Learn,” he said significantly. Robin looked at the piano. He slowly turned back to Rowlf. His...

<Folds arms> Well now which do you want? Do you want me to work on Cheese, thus narrowing the gab between this story and my other half's, or do you want me to wrestle with the timeline of TMS season one until Vim is threatening to do a Crazy Harry impersonation and hope that I can get something...

Oh don't you worry Ed, I'll have more later today! But first, half a day of school to tend to... Okay so technically it's probably more than half a day... But I'm trying to be optimisstic.

Chapter Fourteen The Swedish Chef grabbed a fresh washcloth, spritzed a purple-goop-covered cabinet with some miracle cleaner that Rowlf had never heard of before, and began to scrub. “GURRRRR-HOUGH!” something complained. Chef froze. “Shmergle?” He lifted the washcloth and stared at...

Lisa: You guys all settled in? Gonzo: Yeah, pretty much. Clifford: Should we be worried?... Lisa: About?... Clifford: <gestures towards Chef and Camilla> Camilla: Bu-BAWK buck buck baw... Chef: Mir geshvunda, noopen di kleeviern gor na shpunka. Camilla: Brawk bawk? Chef: Shkyuopen na...

Hey, don't look at me! I can't even keep my own room clean, much less a clud!

I think cluds will fit right in with ziffles, penguins, muffins...

I second the lovesick teenager hugs! <Giggles> Oy vey...

Note to self- Miss Piggy Method results in "just friends"... ...<shifty eyes>... Additional note to self- I don't have the upper-body-strength for it anyway.

...Took the Miss Piggy method, did ya?... How'd it work?...

Oy vey, can I say "amen" to that??? <Sigh> The worst- meh, at least in my opinion at this very moment most likely because I'm experiencing it- is when you find yourself lovesick for someone who doesn't even go to your school, who you see about twice a year, who most likely thinks of you as...

Okay, Prawnie, here's the deal. Since you seem to be crashing as usual, I don't know if you saw the rather hilarious results of me reading the lyrics to pie-rater. Allow me to copy-paste a little. If I'm still on my ball by the end of these lyrics, it's a miracle... SIR MUFFIN MAN...

Rowlf/Dr. Bob: Vaguely. That reminds me, have you been taking your pills?

Lisa: <jumps up> I DO WANT TO GO! I mean, I- I think I do. I don't know! I- I'm gonna apply just to say I did. OY MY VEY! Princeton! PRINCETON! OY! Rowlf/Dr. Bob: I'd think she'd be more comfortable at Queenston than Princeton. Robin: Queenston? Rowlf/Dr. Bob: Well sure- Queen of...

Lisa: <laughs at the hole in the wall> Ah, typical! Oy... <giggles and collapses>

Lisa: HOLY MOSQUITOES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Rowlf: What? Lisa: HOLY MOSQUITOES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Chef: Shmergle? Lisa: HOLY MOSQUITOES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Robin: Where? Rowlf: <double-take> Lisa: HOLY...