Virtual puppy. :o)

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Scribbles from the Draw On Me toy.

I drew a picture on the Draw On Me toy. This is what I drew.

May I see what you're drawing?

*tries to peek at the sketch in progress*

;o)

Amarantine

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You're sooo artistic!

Secret message scratch-off.

Louder, please!

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Make some noise!

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Sparklies

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Did you say you wanted one more distraction?

The Magic 8-Ball? How'd that get there? Hmm...

More Shiny Stuff Needed?

*Nymph contemplates the shiny distractions that were posted as apologies for the lack of activity on this Blog*

Gee, I wonder if that was enough apologizing?

Hmmm.

Well, as the Dragons always say, 'One can never have too much shiny stuff in one's lair'....I'd better go get some more shiny stuff!

One more distraction? :oD

Happy Whatever! ;o)

Another distraction? Wheeeee!

Fridge Magnets! (Oooh! A distraction!)

Coincidental Names

*Brushes cobwebs away.*

Whew! It's been awhile since I've been here.

Aw, look! Somebody left a note! I love getting mail!

*Happily reads the comment attached to the last blog entry.*

Hey, according to my friend Micki, there's another blog called 'Treespring'! Nope, I didn't absentmindedly start a second blog when I wandered away from this one. *grin* That's what you were thinking, wasn't it?

Well, this other Treespring has a lot in common with me. He likes looking at the moon; I once saw someone get mooned! He raises birds; I've been called a birdbr..ahem!.., nevermind.
*Laughs merrily.*

Seriously, though, I don't mind sharing a name with a really cool person. Who would? *More laughter.*

(To Micki: Thanks! That's much better than the Treespring name coincidence I came across yesterday. I found a bottle of 'Spring Tree' brand pancake syrup. See what I mean about your coincidence being better than mine? *wink*)

Nymph solves all questions posed by Creation's Author

*nymph sits waaay out on a tree limb,
thinking about the questions that have
always troubled humankind*

*more thinking*

*noggin starts to ache from
the strain of deep thinking*

*still thinking*

*ignores noggin-ache, as thoughts
race towards a conclusion*

*****REALIZATION!!!!******

Oho! I know why it all happens!

*dances madly through the branches
in search of pen and paper*

I've gotta write this down!

All the baffling things that happen
are...




*long overly-dramatic pause*





....Devices to advance the Plot!

Whoohoo!

*twirls around and around in celebration,
until dizziness makes dancing in the treetop
too dangerous, even for a mad nymph*

Okay, I was about to write...To write...
um...Something about writing. An
article about writing?...Why would
I write an article about writing?...

*wanders off, puzzled, the victim of
nymphly memory leakage*

;o)

(Anybody got an aspirin?)
______________________________________
This post was also posted to one of my
online groups. Y'know, when you owe
posts to everyone, cross posting is
quite useful! *unrepentant grin*
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Nymph makes excuses for not posting recently.

Hello again, my friend! You may have noticed that there are no recent posts here. My Real Life alter ego has been stingy about sharing the keyboard. She's been yakking with her online groups as though there were interesting things to talk about in the mundane world.

Here's the sort of stuff she's posting:

"...I have really bad astigmatism.
Um, that sounds like I have a disease,
but it only means I can't accurately
judge distances, hang pictures straight,
or aim a flyswatter.

Well, our Pomeranian suddenly took
a strong dislike to houseflies, gnats,
moths, bees...any flying insect. (We
think the little guy must've suffered a
sting of some kind.) Anyway, when any
flying insect would get into the house, the
dog would bark at the pesky bug
until Dear Husband came to the rescue with
the flyswatter.

One day a housefly got into the house when
Dear Husband wasn't home. The dog was running
through the house, chasing it, barking as though
he was yelling for someone to call 911.

I tried my best to clobber the housefly
with a flyswatter, but,..*shrug*,..I chipped
a little paint off the wall next to where the
fly sat. The little demon flew a victory lap
around my head before he buzzed away to tease the
dog some more.

Out of desperation I rolled up a damp tea towel,
and flicked it in the general direction of the
fly.

BINGO!!!!!

The dog was so pleased with me. His humans
both know how to remove the invaders from his
domain now. I guess he thinks all of his barking and
running around like a nut finally paid off..."

Hmmmph! I think she should've called 911.
They have a SWAT team, right? :o)

Why are you groaning, friend? What did I say?
*wink*