I like her, she's a dollop of delight.

(title of this thread could be named little gusts of hot air contrived for header placement. heh.)

Baked an apple pie last night using my Mom's kitchen, improvisation and my mitts. The main divergence from typical pie ingredients is that I used agave nectar and frozen cheery-apple juice from concentrate as my sweeteners. I also included pumpkin spice with added ginger for extra kick. I pre-heated...

Whatta day I need meself a java wit a wee bit of the good stuff. Would'ja believe it? Me eejit sone were tree sheets to the wind fallin' arse over tit after ah'ven too many points of the black stofe. Legs were wobblier than a one-legged banshee on roller skates. Jaysus that lad takes after his Da'.

It's a right proper sunny day in London town, innit? The sun's up in the bleedin' sky, givin' us a bit of a rare treat, it is. 'Ope your old trouble and strife's doin' well. She fancy a cuppa tea? I just 'ad me brekkie, a lovely plate of bangers and mash, I did. Makes me feel like pinchin' one off. ...

Good morning, my frien! How you dey? The sun, e dey shine bright today, e be like say we go enjoy this day well-well. I hope say your family dey fine. Dem never chop today? Me, I don chop small, but I dey ready for some pounded yam and egusi soup. E dey make my mouth water just thinking about am.

Might be a possum in the briar bush up yonder, we should ask Ma if... well, if we can keep 'em. As a pet. Wouldn't that be swell Eloise?

There's too much in the sky, it's a distraction.