Alpacas an drorabol caykes.
Yesterday's scores:
- Gills: No
- Simpsons:yes; Bart got a restraining order to keep him away from Lisa. Servs him rite! Leev Lisa alone!
- Tesco: no
- Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 8 /10
- Overall Score: 7ish/10
Oh boy! I missed my blog's 3rd anniversary! It waz on September 28th! Ha! Here is a link to my very ferst post if yu want to hav a luk! It haz my gradewayshun foto on it. Ahhhh. Those wer the days. Hehe!
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We had a nice time at Granny's for a few days!
We took her to an Open Day at an Alpaca Farm!
Eevn tho it's ment to be Ortum, it was hot hot hot! Speshly if yor cuverd in ferr.
The pacas wer all shayved so they wer ok. We like alpacas. They had lots thare.... get reddy for lots of paca fotoes!
I like the way this wun is havin a lie down!
Slurp slurp slurp...
Abowt to play "Paca, not-a-paca!"-
This wun is defnitly larffin-
Hullo Mummy! (We tryd to get a pic ov Granny but she wuddent keep still!)
Wen they shayved them they dident shayve thare tails an thare bottoms look reellybig now, I think!
"Wy hullo thare!"
The bit left on top ov thare heds is calld a "top-knot" but the man sed that in Merryka they call it a "bonnet". Oh boy. Dilly went on an on abowt that wun. Sheez mor bonnet-obsesst than a Jane Austen convenshun.
They wer selling theez masheens to peepol hoo keep alpacas. It suks up all the poo. It's a Poover! Hahahaha!!! A Poover, geddit?? HAHAHAH!!!!
They had stuff for sale mayde from wool an felt. I bort Granny sum soks mayde from alpaca-wool, cos her feet hurt wen they get cold an alpaca wool is very warm. I told her to put her new soks in her top drorr so that she will find them wen it gets cold. Better still, I sed, put them in yor pant dror, cos then yu will notiss them evry mornin, cos hoo wuddent notiss sumthin fluffy in yor pants? -An then, yu see, yu will remember them wen it gets cold. I'm a very helpful Bear.*** *** *** *** ***
Bak at Granny's we had a grayte cayke. It's calld "Battenburg Cayke". I don't kno wy it's calld that. It has diffrent cullerd sponge skwares stuk together wiv apricot jam, then sum almondy marzepan rapt all rownd it.
Daddy sed that at the end ov skool term he arkst the children in his clarss wat cayke they wud like to hav as a speshol treet on thare larst day. Wun littol boy put his hand up an sed, "I don't kno wat my fayvrit cayke is calld but I can dror it!" an he drew this wun, an evrywun knew wat he ment!!!Wat's yor fayvrit cayke? (I kwite like carrot cayke.)
Bye fer now!
