The bandages covering the site where they removed my cancer always have trouble staying on when outside on a hot humid day, as the back of my hand sweats just like the rest of me. Can't wait 'til they take the stitches out.....
Liz and Squid. Remember when making your count, that, alas, three will be missing, two as the blue goo on gnu's new shoe and one gone down the toilet where, raised by aligators, it will grow up to be an urban legend, so you'll be short by at least three....
Meanwhile, an angry Papa Squid arrives in the horse-spittle corridor from the tunnel and begins his own search. He finds Liz and sends her back with the six recovered squids and tells her to bring back the emptied cauldron for the next batch......
Smiling, her hair and uniform a bit disheveled and a satisfied look on her face, Nurse Ratched locks her office door behind her and can think of nothing better than a cup of coffee and a fresh, clean uniform........
Outside in the ornimental fishpond, Matilda Squidlet has encountered competition for food from a hungry Great Blue Heron who now thinks she looks better than koi, so she has all ten tenticles wrapped around the bill of the large bird keeping it shut and hanging on for dear life, screaming out for help in Squiddish!.... (This post captioned for the hard of heron)
Cecil and Petunia are being chased around the kitchen by Dishpan Hans and Nonnetta Bull who are both wielding cleavers......
And folks start filing into the chapel for the baptismal, where the two tiered holy water fount font has two squidlets in one bowl and Cecil's pet piranha in the other......
Looks like Papa Squid has a lot on his tenticles to deal with, so I hope at Liz will get back soon. Some extra help would also be nice.....