I was going to say that’s far more ridiculous than any barrage of ads to come my way after a purchase . . . but then I remembered all the ads right after I got a new computer last year . . .
I’ve been doing the same thing, but I remembered that I’d read somewhere (I think in October) that Georgia was working on it again and wasn’t going to start posting until she had the story finished. That way, there wouldn’t be any more delays that would drag out far longer than expected.
I can only remember being in one snowball fight. More accurately, I remember one single incident from a snowball fight that must have ranged over our yard and the yard across the street. I don’t recall which neighborhood kids were involved or at whom I planned to throw the slush ball I took great care in making. I don’t even understand why I wanted to make such a mean and forbidden weapon. I just remember soaking the snowball (and my surprisingly-not-waterproof mittens) in the icy puddle under the willow across the street, and stalking toward our backyard before being called inside.
Raided. I suspect Potato tagged along in Kate’s bag after her recent visit to the capybaras.