How the Fourth, Fifth, etc. ended up.

[dagas_isa]

Sunday: Mom and I went to the flea market. It was, of course, hot, sunny, and the fourth of July. Not that that last part meant anything. One dagger was bought and then some sustinence later in the day as well as admission, but other than that, the spending of money was not at all great.

The dagger is cheap most likely, but it's cool looking and because I can't actually use a knife for any practical thing other than chopping up food, that's enough for me. I almost bought this Vegas-type headdress thing for my glass head. You know as if that glass head needed any more panache, but they were definitely interesting. It was between this bright sadistic pink partial mask/headress with a lot of feathers around it and a silver cap with glitter and mirrors and with a large purple feather hanging out of the top. They were ultra-expensive though, so I passed. Other almost buys were these wooden froggies that made nose when you rubbed a stick over their backs, I especially thought of giving one to Alicia, and mom was looking at me and trying to get me to buy it using the whole "Maggie's going to freak. Don't you like freaking out your dog?" Well, yes. But I like laughing at my freaked out dog when she's getting freaked out by something relatively unreasonable. Like chipmunks. Or kittens. Or baby bunnies.

Speaking of dogs, Strider left us on Sunday and went back to his people where he could be top dogs. Apparently both he and Maggie were actually friends by the time that he left. Carrie sald something about how they were laying together when she finally came to pick them up.

And speaking of the Carrie and the Valetes, I had to watch their three children yesterday. Without pay, because mom was using Carrie to deliver the chairs that she'd ordered for the front porch from her store to the house. And blah, that last sentence kills me, but I'm sure that someone somewhere can figure it out. Anyway... the two boys had a new video game, so they were on our trusty PS2, but Jessie is too small to really care about video games, so I had to *gasp* let her see the sty that is my room so I could show her the few toys that I still have from my childhood. Which is to say the stuffed animals that have sentimental value and an American Girl doll. Oh yeah, laugh at me. And she wanted me to give her Sitaboo! Sitaboo is mine! I've had that bunny since I was three, and because no one can give it a name as great as Sitaboo, It will remain mine. She didn't discover Cloud though, and for that I can be grateful. She did find my handmade stuffed whale, the tiger that Kira gave me for my birthday a long, long time ago, and of course the M.C.C. Angel from Acen.

In more pessimistic news, I have a feeling that I'm allergic to one of the plants that I've been digging up recently. I'm almost to the front of the long strip that I've been weeding, and for that, the plants have changed. So no more blackberry brambles for me. Suxxors. Really. I'm so sad about that. However this means honeysuckle and those vines that are buried deep in the ground and tangle around everything. And I think I'm allergic to those vines, because I'm starting to get these weird bumps between my middle and ring fingers of my right hand. Just like last year. And I really don't need anymore reasons to hate honeysuckle. I really don't.

But that's the worst that's happening, so life is good. *huggles everyone* I hope that everyone is still breathing and in one piece.

Over and out.

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[fireflyrebirth.livejournal.com]

Dear Dagas,

I <3 you!

Also, I believe I am in one piece, although hair sometimes disconnects itself in favor of my hairbrush.