Tallulah Tails

A companion piece to The Other Side of the Mountain --

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

There are no words.

Heh.

Big, fat hairy yawn.

Posted by H. Gillham at 5:48 PM

The Other Side of the Mountain

Another Visit with Daddy’s Letters: 1973
9 years ago

"In the tumultuous privacy of [the ice] storm..."

These people. Home. All day. No privacy. Epic Fail. The ice storm. Stinketh.
Five Lights From Home

Humans. Ridiculous behavior. Never Get Into a Car. Just. Hide under the bed. Till it's over.
Commuting in the Green Goot

Not one single varmint in that story. Boring. *yawns* *stretches* Where the heck is spring?
The Barbarian Nurseries

Thousand wonders? Es bastante improbable. El gato es ausente. from Bing images
Looking East 7:38 AM

*rolls eyes* Big deal. *concedes* Birds do show up better.
It's that time of year...

What?
Stewart Lakewood Shopping Center

Mall? Never need one. My food. Behind a door. I know because I know. No need to shop. It's right th...
Time Flies, and Fruit Flies Like a Banana

Fruit Flies? Insignificant creatures. I don't give 'em a week. *snorts* I like tuna. A lot.
For the Longest Day of the Year

I napped. Then on the deck. Where. I. Was apparently exploited. Here's looking at you, Paparazzi. F...
Asheville, 2013

Stayed on porch. All day. No music. Not even banjo. Eh. Farm burger? Claptrap. Today I ate. Moth. From air.