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SpanishOmelette
23 Aug - 21:53
Praise God for this day... nice warm weather

SpanishOmelette
20 Aug - 23:10
NP sweet mumkin. Your company is lovely. I apologize again for late respons!

Mim
15 Aug - 18:03
sorry for slow reesponses on forum..I am back

SpanishOmelette
15 Aug - 17:48
Hewwo Sorry about VERY late reply, but thankyou for these quotes

I shall contribute. Can't remember who wrote this...

"Your religion should be less of a theory, and more of a love affair."

Mim
15 Aug - 17:43
“Success is nothing more than a few simple disciplines, practiced every day.”
― Jim Rohn

Mim
11 Aug - 20:12
“Don't ever give up.
Don't ever give in.
Don't ever stop trying.
Don't ever sell out.
And if you find yourself succumbing to one of the above for a brief moment,
pick yourself up, brush yourself off, whisper a prayer, and start where you left off.
But never, ever, ever give up.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich

Mim
11 Aug - 13:55
“Fall seven times, stand up eight.” – Japanese Proverb


Mim
27 Jul - 01:37
I love you

Mim
15 Jul - 02:38
here's to a new day xxxx

Mim
05 Jul - 17:51
birthday was great



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31 - The Squeewee Chronicles - Mopeds, Slippers, and Swedish Canaries
Finn C. M. Beauchamp
Thu 12 Feb 15
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Silence on the streets of Witham. 11th of February, 2015. Clouds wandered lazily over hidden blue skies, bathing the houses in dull color.

And then, the silence breaks. A small crocheted pig, rushes by on a pink moped, a long cape billowing behind him. This is Squeewee, adorned with not a care in the world, and making up for it in bowties.

"Born to wear shliiiiiiii-persh!" he yelled at the top of his voice, to the tune of the immortal song preserved in the game "Rock'n'Roll racing'.

Turning a corner, he grinned to a nearby cat. "Ciao!"

The cat, surprised by this sudden Italian exclamation, did not notice as fourteen mice crossed over his tail on a migration to steal all the cheese in Holland. Sadly, they did not realize they were in England.

Bringing himself to a stop, Squeewee wheeled his luxurious new moped into the Beechomp home, to a chef packing his bags.

"Chef! Where are you going?!" exclaimed Squeewee, perturbed by the idea of no daily beetroot cheesecake.

"He's jusht packing hish bagsh. Hesh not actually going anywhere. I told him to do ith sho I could stop him cooking for hoursh on end. Shtir-fried cheesecake ish not nishe." said his Dad, in a matter-of fact way. He turned the page of his book about 101 things to make with Cheesecake.

Squeewee pondered on the mild hypocrisy of that statement. He passed it off, and began the long ascent upstairs. When he got there, he found Squinjamin, Alfie and the owl sat together in the cage reading "Teach Yourself Swedish" and Squiglet cheering them on.

He scratched his head, and sat on his dinner. He sighed with discontent. Looking over at a dinnerbell nearby, he felt a sudden sense of laziness. Removing one of his slippers, he threw it at the bell.

Chiming, Squeewee waited for the arrival of his chef. Meanwhile, his round derriere  was considerably saucy. He stood up, removed his other slipper and wiped himself over.

He then went, rinsed off both his slippers and put them back on. His dinner arrived, although for some reason, his chef dropped the plate, and then stood on one end, catapulting it.

Jumping with fear, Squeewee removed his slipper again, jumped and caught the food inside it's pouch. He then ate profusely.

He then realized something.

Slippers! Why had no-one realized it before? They're so versatile! Earmuffs! Pockets! Bottles! Bowls! Gloves!

He grabbed a notebook, his backpack, a pen, a large packet of samosas, a tent, and fifty-two sets of slippers. He ran/rolled downstairs, got on his moped, and began to drive away.

As the sun began to set, he reached a small field near Wickham Bishops. Setting up his tent, he began to write.

101 Things to Do With Slippers - The Fun, The Bizarre, and the Wonderful.

"Oooooh yesh..."




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