*sigh* I'm loosing my touch. (Warning: Hi-jacked by Em)

[Spookwriter]

Ever hear of Bruce Jenner?.....apparently SOME things
in life can be changed...

A doctor, a lawyer or a president from the SOUTH?

If you're gonna dream, might as well dream big.

 

[Tanichca]

Spook? Queen Em? The rest of us? It's like old times all over again!

(If Steven was awake, I'd drag him over to say hello, too.)

 

[EmtheFishLady]

Hey now, George Dubya was from The South. (kinda) Do we claim Texas as the South?

 

[Spookwriter]

Why, Hello young one.

How are you? All grown up by now?

 

[EmtheFishLady]

Who is Stephen? And why is he in bed? And why do you know he is in bed? Where's your bucket? Who let you out of the dungeon?

 

[Tanichca]

Why, Hello young one.

How are you? All grown up by now?

I turned 19 a month ago, which is... weird. I'm almost as old as Queen Em!

Steven is my friend who likes chickens. He's been visiting the kingdom, but he's currently asleep, because he works on Sundays.

 

[EmtheFishLady]

A more pressing question, Spook, who's brownies have you been eating since you've been gone? Surely you've gone without, because you wouldn't cheat on me, surely not!

 

[Spookwriter]

I was 19 a long time ago...

And as to this "Stephen".....Best just trot him on out to stand
before the elders. Catch us on a night when we're all awake,
we'll interogate him before we toss him in the moat. (Do we still
have a moat?)

And as to just who's brownies I've been crunching, do you remember
the part where you're kind of married my dear Em? And don't start on me
about who's cheating who. I'm not pregant, now am I?

But as to my need for brownies....I'm not the kind of Spook to starve to death.

 

[EmtheFishLady]

I knew it. Just like a man to crunch any sweet thing he can get his hands on. You've been busy, your sheet looks a bit tight.

As far as my pregnancy...I sorta tripped and fell on it?

You assume too much Spook. Maybe it was immaculate conception? It's happened before, I read about it in a book once. Yeah, that's it.

 

[Spookwriter]

Oh thats rich, coming from you my dear. Mentioning MY weight. I'm
not running around smuggling beach balls.

But like you, I now consider myself as royalty...I've had to move up to
a king-size sheet. And yes, it's a little snug around the edges.