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Some people are just so creative (and patient!)

Please tell me you have seen The Fantastic Mr. Fox?

So beautiful.

A is for Ashley and...

Let me tell you the story of today. 

Now, let me first start off by telling you that most people would probably not believe this story, but seeing as you subscribe to a blog that is dedicated to believing in somewhat unbelievable things, I am making the assumption that I can tell you without fear of mockery. Here goes.

I had just gotten home from a long, stressful and somewhat unproductive day at the library when I looked out the window into our backyard. It was then that a rather large furry creature was seen.

Upon further analysis, it was decided to be none other than Mr. Groundhog himself. He was barely peeping out from under our porch holding something slender and wooden in his tiny groundhoggy hand. When suddenly, a flash of light, and poof--he was gone.

But then something amazing started to happen--the snow that had covered our lawn all winter long began to melt at a rapid pace. 

I ran outside in sheer amazement and that’s when I noticed this:

"A is for Abracadabra"

I was absolutely giddy, for many reasons:

1. I like the idea of Rexburg melting, 

2. I had just seen an animal celebrity, who turns out to be magic,

AND

3. I had been wanting a print that happens to look a lot like this magical incantation. I had seen it in this cute etsy shop called TWIG. So if you want one, and you don’t have a magical groundhog living under your porch, don’t fret. Just take a virtual stroll on over to the etsy shop.

 

I sure hope he comes back, and this time I hope his hocus pocus involves putting a mustache on Mr. Moose who lives in our forest, because I really want the “M is for Mustache” Print available here.

I always have the dandiest things happen to me--and hey, I’m not complaining! I guess that’s what happens when you’re the kind of girl who blogs about unicorns…

Girl, Interrupted.

Abra Cadabra Constoputeō

Right now I am sitting in the library with somebody who is inadvertently causing my senses great offense.


The putrescent smell of soggy feet fills the air and I? Well, I cannot study.


Is it cruel of me to be writing publicly about this human? I wouldn’t tell you their name, even if I did have some way of distinguishing the perpetrator. For you see, there are more than 30 people around me and it could be any one of these studious creatures…from the stench of things, perhaps it is all 30!


For all I know, it’s “Donate-Your-Socks-to-Charity-and-then-Go-for-a-Run-in-Behalf-of-the-Less-Fortunate-But-Don’t-Forget-to-Study-When-You’re-Done Day” and here I am ranting about people’s poor hygiene choices. That would make a terrible person.


But in the case that it is not “Donate-Your-Socks-to-Charity…Day” and You, Mr. Stinky Feet Man, are reading the BLOG of a sensy-sensitive girl in Rexburg’s, then 


I have two things to say to you:


1) Odor Eater. $4.94 @ your friendly-neighborhood Wal-mart.

2) How did you happen upon my Blog today?? (I've got to know, because that is just ironic.)

Lots of Hope for You in the Future,

Ashley