This was a fine week in Narnia. No trouble anywhere, everyone was behaving themselves, and it was very relaxing. Just the right amount of silliness and fun!
Gala was talking about Freya and Derwin here, but you know, I have to wonder if she's not just a little bit jealous because there's some tension between her and Curly. I mean, they're very similar, so I wouldn't be surprised if they started going out. Seriously. They're practically the same person. Aside from the eyelashes and flowers on the head. Same person. You know, now that I think about it, I haven't seen Curly and Gala in the same place at the same time... Does Curly have a secret he's not telling me?
Alas, Peanut lost the key to her house. And when I like you, I will attempt to help you out. To a certain extent. Seriously, I went looking for her damn key for like 10 minutes and had to keep going back to the store to sell off all the fish I caught instead of her key. So in the end I had to give up and go to bed and hope that someone else ran across it for her. She seems to be okay now, so I guess she got back into her house somehow!
So apparently now my mother is also a time traveler. I mean, she clearly wrote this letter from 1979, which is the last time I think I heard anyone use the word "creamed."
Seriously, Poncho came at me eying that pond smelt and I was like, "Dude, just take it and there won't be any trouble. Swear!" But luckily, he didn't want to murder me for it, he wanted to trade a kitchy tile for it. Phew!
And last, but certainly not least, I would like to leave you with this nugget of wisdom from Pascal. Truer words have never been spoken. Well, actually, I think maybe they have. This one seems familiar...