I had this creepy feeling for a few days, and the last two it felt like something wicked was coming me way. At first I thought I was about to have a Weasil visit or worse a Weasil and Rabby visit. But that didn't feel right and I shrugged it off. But the feeling persisted. I got so hyper with meself I actually broke down and rang up the Weasil, but luck was in me corner, I got voicemail. It said:
"Iz be outtie da country at da mo. Leave yer monicker and numbah, and iffin I felz uppie ta ringin' yer arse backie . . . I jus might."
|Photo taken by Kim Driscoll - courtesy the Boston Globe|
|HA! She thought I wouldn't see her|
|You can tell the family resemblance, they all look the same and look at all the gawkers, you'd think they were all dressed like a bunch of witches|
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