On holiday with Moth and the Hatchling

[crocky_wock]

Earlier this year, at a Renaissance fair
Moth: I like the... what's it called... the marinade for pottery?
Me: The glazing?
Moth: That one.

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Hatchling, securely strapped to Moth's front, watches me intently as I stumble and almost fall.
Me, reassuringly: I stumbled and almost fell.
Moth, not interrupting her sight-seeing: Good plot.

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Comments

[cranky__crocus]

I'm possib-to-probably wrong on the date itself, but it seems to be Approximate Birthday Times so I am here to wish a Very Happy Anniversary of Expulsion from the Womb & Made It Astronom/Astronauti-cally Around the Sun Again Day(ish)

& a reminder @ self to read everything you've ever posted because it's all gold. Your birthday but my gift to me, tiddly-hee xD

(Theory: If I printed all your entries back to back & read them while on public transit, fairly statistically-certain hypothesis that my Laugh Out Loud ratio would be astronomically higher than your astronautical journeys number around the local star.)

Much love to you! ღღღ

[crocky_wock]

Oh my god, how did I miss this? It never appeared as an email, I think. So sorry!!!
Thank you so much for your birthday wishes! I always admire when people can remember brthdays because I'm hopeless and I'm really happy to hear that our stories make you laugh! I mostly write down all the clever things Moth says, I think. She's supper funny. X)))