Tonight we read JB Edwina, the Dinosaur Who Didn't Know She Was Extinct, and she concentrated on the images therein the same way she locks in on the bottle.We followed up the epic of Reginald Von Hoobie-Doobie with the very sad story of the tree. She locked in on that true while me and Damn Wifus commented on what an SOB the kid in that story is.
It was a painfully beautiful night until the kid was in mommy's arms and her neck went slack and slapped into mom's collarbone and sheebiscuit hit the fan. Nothing but sound and fury thereafter.
