The other day while visiting Michael, I decided to finally take a photo of one of the books languishing in his place for the past three or so years. He has boxes of them, still unopened.
It's a children's story about a Fairy and (some) weed.
Or maybe it's a biography, who can tell.
It was written by a family friend of his parents...a now deceased former nun and her spinster sister (?), I believe...you know, just in case the whole thing wasn't freaky enough.
Musical Monday: WHITE CHRISTMAS
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Darlings, it’s time once again for our annual Christmas tradition (now in
its 18th year, if you can believe it), the perennial “White Christmas,”
done up...
9 comments:
jason what kind of weed??? interesting....
why a talking one, of course.
Those wonderful fairy stories that crazy deceased spinster nuns think up. Who would publish such a thing?
Did you read it?
It sounds,
Boring!
I just feel itchy and guilty and barren.
oh, Margaret, don't feel that way. Fairies and weeds should only bring joy.
Mean Dirty: I did read it. It was, you're right...dull....especially compared to The Lilly and the Pirate!
How was she????
This book needs a good blast of herbicide.
I'm sure there was some kind of fine moral lesson. In rhyme. Yeesh.
Not Grimm but grim?
And the weed replied, "Indeed! Indeed!"
I'd love to read that book, Jason!
The illustrations looked really colorful, no?
-Dean
The fairy and the weed. Two friends a girl should never be without.
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