little charmers

So several months ago two of my girls, who we shall call, oh, let's say...Hannah and Victoria! were busy writing away at the table.   They were busy whispering, drawing, writing, rolling up their scrolls and tying them with twisty-ties.  I didn't think too much of it; I just took a breath of contentment in at their working together and went about whatever havoc I was creating at the time.

 A few weeks later when I was straightening their room, I ran across 25 of these little babies in a basket.  And I admit, I was a bit excited to peer in on what was surely a warm fuzzies type of plan. 

Pfft!  So much for those rose-colored glasses.

I was left wondering how many of the neighbors had recieved one, and couldn't help but peer out the blinds whilst arming myself with oven spray.

Well, that and wet-my-pants howlin'.

Stable Girls

I see you mistreating your animals, am I right?  I've seen you put a gag on her, and have her take it off until two weeks/days. 

Tell me the truth, are you mean to animals? 

Animals are meant to be nice to, not to push around.  We keep them for fun, we don't keep them for being mean to.  If you are that way, fine be mean to our kind and gentle friends.  If you are that way . . . you are very, very mean.

Hannah and Victoria  (what happened to all that gusto?!)

thanks! 

(imagine happy horse drawing here)

Well, they told them. 

Their love of animals runs deep.  Here's a picture that Ellie took the other day of Megan with Tex (Uncle James' dog, and Allie).  They decided they like the second picture because it "looks like they're helping these animals in this poor, poor place."  It's their dream.  What can I say?

Except...got any more oven spray?