Pishy-Tanda is funny to say.
Jan. 25th, 2005 05:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyEverybody sing!
frickin' cold, frickin' cold, frickin' frickin' cold... frickin' cold, frickin' cold, my god it's frickin' cold!
So, you left me to sing alone, eh? Well, no cookie for you!
I'm cold. The cat is hogging the blanket, and I'm too damn lazy to go downstairs, across the house, up the front stairs, and grab another pile of blankets, walk back downstairs, across the house, throw them in the dryer for a few minutes, then walk up here.
Now, the good news. The loft came yesterday. Yay! Even better news who don't want a flood of pictures, it took damn near forever to set it up [perhaps assembling something while watching Dave the Barbarian and on my bed was not my brightest move ever] and by the time I had, the sun had gone down. And since the only 3 AA batteries I had were in my camera, I couldn't just use the fun light feature. Besides, that's blacklight. So, later my pretties.
Until then, scream in horror because Panda-Tish finally finds her happy outside of Tori.
So I promised myself [and Panda-Tishy] that if the sun dared to peek it's shiny bright obnoxious head out of the clouds and it hadn't rained the night before [enough to soak the ground], I'd take the girls outside. Never mind the fact that every weather report I saw said, "stay. inside. fool!" due to the cold. No, no. Armed with the girls in a box [picture coming later], I carted them all outside with two fleece blankets and a camera.
You'll notice Panda is wearing perhaps the least warm coat ever. Why? Because the pink parka thing I wanted her to wear, I couldn't get her hand to pop off [I could have sworn it was going to break when I tried. eeee] and it wouldn't go over that hand. The other hand popped off nicely. Woe. Similar problems came up when I tried most of the other coats, and Tishy didn't want to wear the same coat she'd worn for her Christmas pic. So she went rockstar weirdo. Complete with gloves that don't fit properly. But at least she didn't risk frostbite. [hands so cold. so very, very cold]
"Ahoy there! This is Tishy-Panda and for the next half an hour I'm going to make my camera person marvel at how cute I am and freeze her hands into blocks of ice all for the sake of photographing me. Hey, wait a minute, Princi, did you switch the cue-cards?"
"Today I'll be touring the scenic backyard. Or parts of it, anyway. They let the dog out back here and dogs, well, let's just say we don't want my camera person to step in something, spaz, and then drop me. That would be bad, and kind of disgusting. Anyway, these trees behind me? You can't cut them down. Protected or something.
Bah. Princi, maybe you should be writing the cuecards again."
"Y'know, pretty as these trees are, there isn't really a lot to do at this house, is there? Huh. Well, do you like my gloves? Because your hands are turning about the same color. How 'bout that?"
"Hey, what's that over there?" *grabs the camera and points* "There. I think it's a tree to climb. Come on."
*huffs and puffs and climbs up the twiggy tree* "So what's over there? A wooded area? Wait, I think I see something... Awww, a squirrel with no tail. Hi, BunnySquirrel's ghost!"
"You're cute, but vastly disturbing at times."
"I'll take that as a compliment, thank you."
*Tishy climbs higher up the tree and it mysteriously changes shape because it's actually another tree, hush*
'Hey, I can see my house from here."
*sigh*
"What? What? That's what people say at times like these, riiii!"
"Aaaaaaaiiiiiieeeeee!"
Down down down goes Miss Tishy Panda.
"Stop filming and catch me!"
"You okay, Pishy-Tanda?"
"I'm fine, but I think I want to go inside now."
"Could you go away now? Really, I'm done."
"Fine, then. I will."
Note- Panda did not actually fall out of the tree since in every shot I was holding her tiny little legs. Also, the only tree she could have possibly been put into is out by the street and I don't trust the obnoxious boys who live around here not to "help" me out. That and birds like that tree.
Alright. I'm going to nap or something until the guy shows up to fix the upstairs phone line.
frickin' cold, frickin' cold, frickin' frickin' cold... frickin' cold, frickin' cold, my god it's frickin' cold!
So, you left me to sing alone, eh? Well, no cookie for you!
I'm cold. The cat is hogging the blanket, and I'm too damn lazy to go downstairs, across the house, up the front stairs, and grab another pile of blankets, walk back downstairs, across the house, throw them in the dryer for a few minutes, then walk up here.
Now, the good news. The loft came yesterday. Yay! Even better news who don't want a flood of pictures, it took damn near forever to set it up [perhaps assembling something while watching Dave the Barbarian and on my bed was not my brightest move ever] and by the time I had, the sun had gone down. And since the only 3 AA batteries I had were in my camera, I couldn't just use the fun light feature. Besides, that's blacklight. So, later my pretties.
Until then, scream in horror because Panda-Tish finally finds her happy outside of Tori.
So I promised myself [and Panda-Tishy] that if the sun dared to peek it's shiny bright obnoxious head out of the clouds and it hadn't rained the night before [enough to soak the ground], I'd take the girls outside. Never mind the fact that every weather report I saw said, "stay. inside. fool!" due to the cold. No, no. Armed with the girls in a box [picture coming later], I carted them all outside with two fleece blankets and a camera.
You'll notice Panda is wearing perhaps the least warm coat ever. Why? Because the pink parka thing I wanted her to wear, I couldn't get her hand to pop off [I could have sworn it was going to break when I tried. eeee] and it wouldn't go over that hand. The other hand popped off nicely. Woe. Similar problems came up when I tried most of the other coats, and Tishy didn't want to wear the same coat she'd worn for her Christmas pic. So she went rockstar weirdo. Complete with gloves that don't fit properly. But at least she didn't risk frostbite. [hands so cold. so very, very cold]
"Ahoy there! This is Tishy-Panda and for the next half an hour I'm going to make my camera person marvel at how cute I am and freeze her hands into blocks of ice all for the sake of photographing me. Hey, wait a minute, Princi, did you switch the cue-cards?"
"Today I'll be touring the scenic backyard. Or parts of it, anyway. They let the dog out back here and dogs, well, let's just say we don't want my camera person to step in something, spaz, and then drop me. That would be bad, and kind of disgusting. Anyway, these trees behind me? You can't cut them down. Protected or something.
Bah. Princi, maybe you should be writing the cuecards again."
"Y'know, pretty as these trees are, there isn't really a lot to do at this house, is there? Huh. Well, do you like my gloves? Because your hands are turning about the same color. How 'bout that?"
"Hey, what's that over there?" *grabs the camera and points* "There. I think it's a tree to climb. Come on."
*huffs and puffs and climbs up the twiggy tree* "So what's over there? A wooded area? Wait, I think I see something... Awww, a squirrel with no tail. Hi, BunnySquirrel's ghost!"
"You're cute, but vastly disturbing at times."
"I'll take that as a compliment, thank you."
*Tishy climbs higher up the tree and it mysteriously changes shape because it's actually another tree, hush*
'Hey, I can see my house from here."
*sigh*
"What? What? That's what people say at times like these, riiii!"
"Aaaaaaaiiiiiieeeeee!"
Down down down goes Miss Tishy Panda.
"Stop filming and catch me!"
"You okay, Pishy-Tanda?"
"I'm fine, but I think I want to go inside now."
"Could you go away now? Really, I'm done."
"Fine, then. I will."
Note- Panda did not actually fall out of the tree since in every shot I was holding her tiny little legs. Also, the only tree she could have possibly been put into is out by the street and I don't trust the obnoxious boys who live around here not to "help" me out. That and birds like that tree.
Alright. I'm going to nap or something until the guy shows up to fix the upstairs phone line.
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