Breakfast:
So the Ogre decided to come out to play. He'd found some pea soup that had sat out for a few days. Had a bit of unsavoury tang to its aroma. He added more to it, cooked it up n said he wouldn't cook any more food, ever, if I didn't eat it. Hmmmm.... What 2 do?!
Sheesh! Ogre's got 'is little kid knickers on 2day. I DO NOT want to eat that soup but it's gonna be a rough road side-stepping this one...
Lunch Time:
Dang. My favorite Ogre has his grumpy pants on! Deep breath in, slow release.... Ahhhhhh.... Better? Ah, no.
Better do it again.
Supper Time:
K. Ogre is truly pissed. Sleeping Beauty's being sent to her room. No supper 4 u Missy! Huh. Good thing I keep a stash... Heh heh heh.
Store bought pumpkin pie, nice thick pepperrrrrroni and Sandra Dee's homemade molasses cookies. Yeessss!! Ooooo... N orange juice! Shrek is gonna b pissed. He'll wake up n cook again near midnight and I'm not gonna b hungry. *Sigh*. Setting myself up for more from Mr. Grumpy pants or what! Yah, well... Hungry is hungry. And not hungry is not hungry.
Oh! And big plump juicy grapes the Ogre bought for SB today. See? Not always Mr. Grump.
- SB
In a small corner of Sanctuary are worlds and times that exist, out of sync or in, all being tiny glimpses of a greater tapestry. One such place, the land of the Fae, has a castle, of sorts, that is totally surrounded by a brambled wood. So we begin, in the Worlds of Sanctuary, with the Faelan Stories. And what better, when being introduced to the weird and wonderful, than starting with something slightly familiar. Here we have the sometimes Sleeping Beauty. Ps: It's a story so oldest posts 1st.
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