And poor Uncle Senie is continuing to fret over Primrose's rocky prognosis. I do not mean to simply take her for granite, but I've seen this kind of condition before and there's not much anyone can do but roll with it. A good thing Tiger is back though, as I think he is a good
And now, dear me, my beloved has informed me I am a hostage and may not leave the Pantry Smial. Whatever shall I do, you ask? Well, while he's out there talking with Uncle Senie, I need to decide if the contents of this can I am holding--that we brought home some time ago--is a body lotion or a dessert topping. Body lotion? Dessert topping? I simply cannot decide. I'll just try it on, all over, and see what a'maelamin thinks.