Nail Biting
Yesterday's scores:
HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!
Oh boy. Thank Gawd yestaday is over. That was manic. Enyway. Good feedback so far on the new template. Keep the feedback coming, good or bad. Cos I've stared at this screen so long I'm starting to know wat Dilly's huge, bulbous staring eyes must feel like. And I can't tell whether the blog looks gud this way or not.
ENyWAY...
I had a query from Donna, in Missourri (which is wun of those towns yu wuddent want to have to pronounce arfter 9 pints in the Bloos Bar arfter a match). She asks who trims my nails. Onnistly, she duzz. Yu see, sum people out there really care bowt me. Not like sum people, hoo get me run over or kidnapped. Not that I'm bitter....
Well, Donna, the arnswer is that nobody duzz. I do it myself. I enjoy a good gnaw, and it keeps my teeth in good nick, too. Here's an actshon shot:
photo: Mmmmmmm nummnmn nmmnmm um
Daddy eats his nails too. Mummy used to eat hers but stopped a cuppol of years ago. Nowadays hers can get so long they annoy her, so she has to trim them with nailclippers. Imagine that! Akchewally using nailclippers! Wow. I really look up to Mummy. Enyway. If Daddy is arownd wen she duzz it, he nicks the clippings an eats them, too, as well as his own, wich never amownt to much, as they're never owt of his mouth fer very long. Mum thinks he's weird. But he says it's just Luvbug DNA. Hey ho!
Hope this puts yor mind to rest. May I arsk, why yu arsk?
Bye fer now!
