Denizens of Fairyland

I know you are all clamoring (Clamoring! Just clamoring!) for the final installment of All My Strong-Willed Children (see Part I and Part II to catch up), but I'm tired, don't have it written, and for once in my life don't feel like getting on my high horse. Imagine that. We played really, really hard all day outside in the sunny sun, so I'm zapped. Also, I'm having a Mike-arita, the slogan of which should read, "I'm kind of nasty, but also good. In a nasty way," so I'm feeling much less than motivated to churn out a well-worded, high-horsey kind of post.

You're welcome.

Also, don't buy the Mike-arita, unless you like things that dare to dance the good/nasty line. I would recommend you just make something fun yourself.

Anyhoo. That's right, I'm typing a post. That will get published. On the interweb. For all to see. Maybe I should turn it over to my darling kids, the sometime-denizens of Fairyland, and let them carry the post from here on out.

Kids, take it away.

I knew they would save this post! Kids, you're all lifesavers. Someday, I promise, I'll really dress you in something other than diapers. And I'll let you eat something other than grass. Someday, when our ship comes in.

Someday...