STILL dealing with house sale… :( we’ve had tons of showings and mostly positive feedback and apparently it’s a seller’s market and there’s not a lot of inventory and yet, no one’s going all the way with offers. It’s been almost a month and I am so sick of cleaning. AND our dryer drum is cracked so there’s a lovely new wrinkle. FUN.
Twins have a bake sale on Friday so now we’re going to do some experimenting to see what they want to take…which makes me have covid lockdown flashbacks… yay MORE calories!
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They smiled, all teeth and menace. One pushed closer, beady eyes glittering under a heavy brow. “Look around ladies. No elephant bitch here to save you this time.”
A large clawed paw came in to grab her, or maul her, or whatever he intended, but Sara heaved a water logged breath and concentrated. The paw slowed, like he was fighting her, or maybe he was confused. They both looked a bit confounded but there was no trace of purple in their gaze. Sara grit her teeth. She was sweating and shaky but since she was drenched and cold it was hard to tell. Cara knew there was something wrong though. She grabbed Sara’s shoulder and dug her claws in lightly. Sara reached up and grabbed her sister’s paw, squeezing hard. She bit her lip and pushed, but Sludge and Dipshit loomed closer, glaring at her and running their tongues over yellowed fangs. Sara’s knees were wobbling and Cara shifted her weight in alarm, her support now holding Sara up. The polar’s jaws widened in anticipation, bathing the girls in a waft of carrion breath. Sara could feel her sister’s body lock up, could hear Cara’s breath catch in horror-
Then an obnoxious honking broke the stand off. Murder arrived in a flurry of beating wings and angry bleating. The polars jerked back in surprise, claws up to protect their eyes. Murder could do a lot of damage when he was motivated.