Well, friend, I don't know about you, but it is hot, I am thirsty, and my head is throbbing.

*bolts up in bed* Not the hatchet! *blinks* So dark, it's so dark in here. And they're coming for me. *climbs out of bed, tiptoes to door, opens it a crack* Silent, now, silent. *peeks out, hears snoring the droning of mysterious voices* They are out there, just waiting. *shivers, shuts door quietly* Gotta get out of here, can't wait for them to ( Read more... )

*blinks eyes open, very slowly and with great difficulty* How canna be so light an' so dark alla the same time? *rolls eyes, slowly, taking in her surroundings, realizes she is home, in her bed at the Great Smials, and still dressed* Whuzzah? *attempts to sit up, quickly abandons that idea* Ooh, m'head. Wot happened?

Though the weather isn't the most pleasant, we've certainly had a fine start to our shopping excursion.

*adds a handful of dwarven carrots of Moria to basket*

Oh, mushrooms, too. Those do look tasty. But we should look for the things we actually came for. Ah, here is some butter. Eggs, must have eggs as well. See anything that strikes your fancy,

It's been so long, who can remember? Let's see, I think it was...wait! I know. It was those candies shaped like great jewels--candy you could wear. You're right, I was awfully mad for those things.

I wonder if they'll have some at market today?

*pulls cloak tighter* Brrrr! Maybe this wasn't the best time for a walk, Great Gran.

An interesting idea, Frodo has suggested. And what else do I have to do? Scones and muffins are the obvious place to start. *rifles cupboards for ingredients and starts mixing*

Cel? Could you possibly, er, help me out? *jingles manacle chain, which is still attached to the door, though the door is no longer attached to a doorframe* Whenever you get a chance, no rush.

*coughs*

There comes a time when a hobbit is pushed to make a stand. This is my time. *manacles self to the front door of the Nobottle Cellular Phone Company building*

*realizes no one is around to hear this* Um.

*is boredsits*

Hmmph. If I hadn't thrown my cell phone away, I could have called for Mordor Pizza Express. CURSE YOU, SACKVILLE-

Right. Another Mother's Day gone by with nary a word or token of remembrance, love, guilt, etc., from that wandering hobbitlad sometimes known as my son. Fine. *sets up another target and a highball*

I feel the need to shoot at something. I wonder if there are any Sackville-Bagginses around? *grabs favorite shotgun, wanders down to Great Smials' shooting range*