||[Jul. 17th, 2006|11:12 am]
Well, I think we're ready to bring Dennis over to our new house. I've found the right spell and Dennis has indicated that he was getting quite bored. I'm sure he missed Cordelia.
Let's hope he can drum some sense into those blasted brownies. And it's always good to have eyes on the girls at all times inside the house if needed.
The girls are a few weeks home now due to summer holiday. We're having a lot of fun. I never knew there were so many amusements parks nearby?
Although I'm not sure about the water themed one in that valley I don't think we'll have time to visit all of them. Still, they're enjoying themselves, Lindsey, Cordy and I are as well and that's the main thing.
Okay, the girls are calling. We're going to the beach today, apparently. Cordy and Lindsey kept bugging me about some tan. I'm taking along some books, just in case.
After that, it's time to bring Dennis home.
Again with the 'innocent'. I worked for Holland Manners... I know scheming when I see it!
And quit being lovable when I'm arguing with you, dammit, Wes. 'Bout as subtle as a brick, really. Cordy's been teaching them well. Hey, we can always do the over-protective parent thing and wait at the bottom of the slides. It'll be cool. Promise. And risk my life? *grin* Nah.
Isn't that what you do at a beach, lay in the sun all day? (Agatha. Christie. You been raiding the Queen Mum's bookshelf again when I wasn't looking, blue-eyes?)
It's a *ferret*, Lindsey. Not a demon.
Beg your pardon? Yes, I'm afraid so. She'll be so proud. But that would mean putting on swimming trunks. The water doesn't come above the ankles though does it? Clever move, Lawyer-chap
That sounds utterly boring. Why can't I read a book *and* lay in the bloody sun then? (I doubt the Queen Mum has the paperback issues of Agathe Christie, smart-
Oh don't you play coy with me, pal. Just because you know how to make me smile in the middle of a rant... Alicia's all set to be the heart-breaker of the fifth grade. Little diva. Mmmhm. Either that or a Speedo. Your call. And we'll stick to the ankle-level water, tops.
This from the guy who locked himself in a dark room with a book for more than a day... Just so long as you come up for air every once in awhile. (Of course not. She'd have the hardcover editions, obviously. *grin*)
Says me. Have I been wrong before?
And how, pray tell, have I accomplished this spectacular feat? God, don't remind me. Thank god Marilee is more down to earth. Speed- I will *not* wear a scrap of fabric that covers nothing at all! How about...shorts. I have a pair that reach the knees. And a t-shirt, I suppose. *You* do know how to swim, right?
What does that have to do with anything? Just laying on the beach is boring, hence the book. Uhm, love? I think I require oxygen just like any other human being while reading...? (I think she has the hardcover first editions with autograph from the author herself.
Not that I'm jealous