Things are still uneasy here between the two cats. Well, Scarlett would be just fine about it all but Callie is determined to stalk the poor mite and scare the blue blazes out of her. So I have to keep an eye and ear out at all times that I don’t have Scarlett shut up in her room to protect her from the Wrath of She Who is So Jealous. Man, I don’t know how parents do it. Anyhoo, here are pix of the gorgeous girl.
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When I was a little kid, ere those many, many years ago, I remember some of the grown-up ladies referring to earrings–specifically the kind you clipped onto your earlobes–as “earbobs.” Mama didn’t have pierced ears in those days, and I used to wear her clip-ons when I played dress up. Lordie, but those things pinched like the devil!
Still, if you were gonna play dress up, you needed to do it right, and that meant sporting earbobs and loads of necklaces and lipstick (courtesy of those tiny Avon sample lippies that were the perfect size for a child’s hands), not to mention Mama’s old fur coat of dubious provenance, while wobbling dangerously in a pair of her stiletto heels. Beauty can be painful, don’tchaknow.
It was so much fun playing dress up, pretending to be anyone from a fairytale princess to a pop star to a cowgirl on a wagon train or intrepid explorer traveling through time. Just a…
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With the recent photos of RA’s growing Mullet of Magnificence, thoughts turn to Thorin’s long and flowing tresses, the sort of hair many a female would envy (and many long to run their dainty little fingers through, to braid and unbraid . . . *sigh*) Yes, ’tis a wig, but RA works that marvelous mane, baby and makes it, like the character, his own.
There’s nothing like Thorin and his . . . HAIR. Hallelujah, I adore it!
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