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By about one centimeter, yes.

MARYMARYMARYMARYMARY GET THYSELF OVER HERE.

In our house at least. I don't know about anywhere else. My mother mentioned something the other day about how the classics are no longer taught in public school, and that things like the Hunger Games are on the fifth grade reading level. Being an Elder is about as appalling as breathing...

It takes great talent to avoid the spectre of public schooling...

They devour rides to shore?

Remind me what the denizens are. I think I must have missed them. ETA: If nothing else, we can throw him in the moat to feed the fish or the eels or whatever else lives in it.

He says yes, Sour. Next, ask if his socks match. You'll get an awesome reaction to it.

Oh, come on, Bunny. Have you no faith in our (Ahem) "honesty"?

That is true. Fortunately though, you won't be inclined, because to my knowledge none of them sit their horse terribly well, and are far too weird.

Raining, huh? Mayhap that will convince my mother that quitting Bath and journeying to SC isn't as brilliant an idea as she thinks it is! Although, now that I think about it, it' s raining here... Maybe it wouldn't discourage her.

She can only be trusted in the sense that instead of sparkling at local boys, she laments that she will never be as adorable as British actors old enough to be her father.

Are you crazy, Eenie dear? You are like Mr. Wickham, except you cannot be trusted WITHOUT your bucket, whereas Wickham is merely a reptile who cannot be trusted with buckles or ribbons.

been good. Rather busy, rather hot. Gotta love MO weather.

And this is where I smirk in Eenie's direction, because I am not in the dungeon, as a result of rarely being online... :D

It's always the Bucketheads. Especially the ones in the Dungeon. :D

Sour, In my case, fangirling means hyperventilating until Wednesday, converting a friend to WOOLism over the fall, and replacing the "Jackman" with "Howey". And you needn't worry about the buckets. He's married, and has been for several years. The only thing they have resembling a child is a dog...

Fairly well. I've been knitting and fangirling a lot lately.

Hello everypeoples. What's up?

I have the coolest little sister. Maisy is sitting in the living room, entranced by the BBC Emma playing on my mother's laptop. And she's not even close to nine or ten, which is the age at which I became remotely interested in Jane Austen movies.

Actually, Sour, the entire idea of the tree octopus is a prank. In the April 2011 issue of the teens science magazine Muse, an article was written on California's Albino Redwood trees. Following the article was a page titled "Even More Unusual Trees" which explained the 1957 spaghetti tree...