lemon-limed lie

Nina and Tom returned from the aether and had a reptile party.
Nina, Tom, and I had the goats out. They were racing goats and talking goats vs. dogs and comparing perissodactyl hooves with artiodactyl hooves. The extinct animal Tom named was stegosaurus. If he thinks of mammals, he's influenced by pop culture: woolly mammoths and woolly rhinoceroses and mastodons. Nina's aunt went to a far northern part of the Russian SSR during winter. The goats tried to draw and quarter Tom.

She gave me a link to her deviantart but it didn't work and it didn't show up on the Internet Archive either, so I'm pretty sure the reason she hasn't been able to access her deviantart in a while is because she forgot the name of it.
Good thing she has a link to mine.

Goats like spaghetti and toast. Well, Penelope does. Gallop, I think, just wanted some because Penelope was eating it. Brigitte, possibly because of the washing machine noise, thought I said ghosts, and was like "huh?" This was her last week because she has to return to school but maybe she'll show up during the winter.

There are opossums. One of them was climbing up on a branch they had in his cage for him.
The towels were not great in number even though both washers and a dryer were empty when I arrived but they were disgusting.

Wix and my ipod don't get along (Wix, in fact, barely gets along with my desktop), so I failed to show her art to Tom and Nina.

Ian read about an art sanctum, where you have to find a red door and knock on it until someone lets you in.

some advice for you: if you're ever transporting bags of dead mice, and you get pulled over, don't panic.

Burning Question: what if this is the best of all possible worlds?