“You could use McCain posters, if we run short of Romney’s.”
Already used them as kindling. I should be able to get more mittens posters, though.
Been trying more names for the thing. It definitely doesn’t like Fred. Got a little interest when I called it “beast of the damned.” I’ll keep trying.
I wonder if it’s something that emerged from the confrontation of the dust bunnies and the zombies, back when we lost all the spare shower curtains. That would explain the taste for Vegemite. My cat Shannon is giving me some strange reports about what’s going on under the refrigerator here in my apparently normal suburban kitchen, so anything is possible in the Castle.
Happy New Year, folks, if I don’t get back before tomorrow’s kitteh! I’m working on school schedules and Sunday School lessons for next month, on the assumption that I’ll suddenly have a baby at some point and find myself behind on work.
Now where’s the hole punch, the scissors, and the poster board ...