Where did that month go? Since the last post Eleanor has started laughing, Harry projectile vomited for the first time, and his gun is almost ready to go back into service. Thank goodness for that last one... I only had 8 or 9 years to spare.
I'm sorry to say I have no photos of his little illness but I am heartened to know he is not going to be too PC. He threw up at the multicultural festival. "Your culture makes me physically ill. *burp* In fact, I puke at all of the myriad cultures represented here today!" Of course, it is possible an amusingly timed sudden onset of violent stomach illness is just an amusingly timed sudden onset of violent stomach illness.
And now for the pictures.
Before you can laugh you stick out your tongue to show amusement.
"Touch the refrigerator? What do you mean you have forensic evidence? Is this CSI or something?"
This is how we got the Cartesian coordinate system.
Eleanor clearly has a future in horror movies. A future that she will never realize if I have anything to say about it. Only harlots get attacked by unstoppable masked machete-wielding psychopaths and I'm raising a good girl.
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Eleanor's face does not surprise me, I would be terrified too if someone hung a turkey with a yellow pentagram foot in front of me!
Oh, that's just rainbow lion. Harry hasn't puked on him... yet.
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