Happy Gobble Gobs Day!

Great-Great Grandma SparkleFarkle (far left) and family, Thanksgiving, Ca. 1900
EIGHT WORDS:
I was lucky enough to inherit the Nesco!

Weirdly appetite-curbing, eh?
A THANKSGIVING PRAYER
For food and all Thy gifts of love,
We give Thee thanks and praise.
Look down, O Father, from above,
And bless us all our days.
Amen.

HAPPY
Thanksgiving, EVERYBODY!

AND PLEASE (AND THANK YOU!)
TO REMEMBER
The Farkle Family
Thanksgiving Day
Rule of Thumb:

"What do you mean 'a fork's not a shovel'?!"
--a very young SparkleFarkle, Thanksgiving 1959
Moderation is overrated.

Best wishes,
SF~~~~~*
Rest in peace, my Mollo and Zuzie.

We (hic!) Gather To (hic!) gether...

WELCOME TO the happily-hosted-by-Grandma’s-Goulash Succinctly Yours, a perfectly wonderful meme that picks up where our dearly ♥ departed Microfiction Monday left off by asking the burning question:

How low can you go?

THE GIST: Use the photo provided by GG as inspiration for a story of 140 characters or 140 words. (It doesn’t have to be exactly 140, just not more.) Oh?! *nods an impressed head* You want an even BIGGER challenge?! Then incorporate the word of the week into your flash tale! This Monday's assignment is "beholden," which I chose to skip, since that smitch of the game is optional. <-–Whew! and thank God, because I don't need that kind o' presha!

PRELUDE TO A SUCCINCTLY YOURS INSTALLMENT: This week's image reminds me of an incredible (Heck, I'd even go as far as to say

ONE WORD:

amaizing!)

life-chapter a friend once shared with me about his grandmother, whom he was “lucky” enough to have living with him and his family when he was a kid.

SINCE BOTH OF his parents worked, it was a house rule that Tom and his sister, Teresa, had to announce their arrival home from school (or wherever), to the next-in-charge: Grandma Dorn, an extremely uneven-faced (<--No kidding, I guess "YIKES!" hardly covered it.), LARGE-hearted ♥, really, really old woman (<--"Nearly a fossil," so says Tommyboy. And I believe him, because a liar he is not. In fact, Tom has also told me how, many times back in the day, he would have to "kindly" offer to "lop off" any body part belonging to his grandmother, thusly conveniencing all skeptics who might want to "count her rings," which he claimed numbered "to infinity and beyond and, yeah, probably back again, too."), who was also asdeaf as she was old.

SO, NO MATTER what, the kids had to let out a BIG “We’re home, Grandma Dorn!” as soon as the screen door slammed behind them (OR ELSE!) to let their ♥ loving caretaker know that they were "in," even though Tom and his sister were pretty sure their gram could barely hear them, if she did at all. However, Grandma Dorn most certainly felt the house move a smitch whenever the "screen" thundered.

ONE DAY, the two sibs, both now in their late teens and coming home from having just paid an after-schoolly, very intoxicating visit to a friend's house--as well as that friend's away-parent's (Voilà!-->) unlocked-with-a-bobby-pin liquor cabinet--thought they had their drunk-laughing selves composed enough to make it through the screen door without giving themselves completely away. (<--Whoa! Some kind of weird, long sentence, eh?) SO, THEY DID.

"SLAM!" went the door.

"Tommy? Tressie? Is that you, kids?" high-voice squeaked their unseen grandmother, apparently (and fortunately for Tom and Teresa) none the wiser. An ultra-tipsy Tom, giving his giggle-stifling sister a nod, <--a signal to her that he indeed had it all under control, proceeded to herald the both of them "in":

(HERE’S
November 21st’s picture
AND my story:)

"We're bone, Can of Corn!" --22 characters

Bada bing, bada boomly yours,
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*

Rest in peace, my Mollo, ZuZu, and Can of Corn Grandma Dorn.

Something to Keep In Mind: Vampires Used to Be People, Too, You Know.

"ONE THING VAMPIRE children have to be taught early on is, don't run with wooden stakes." --Jack Handey

HAPPY
(early) Jack Handey
FRIDAY!
. . . . . . .

Bad Crab Cake

"The film [Twilight: Breaking Dawn - Part 1] is like a crab cake with three or four bits of crab surrounded by loads of bland stuffing, but many can't tell the difference or don't care, which will largely be true for its captive audience." --Todd McCarthy, The Hollywood Reporter

DESPITE THE BAD reviews it's been getting, critic-proofy Puppet (my daughter) and I are headed to the theater in a couple of hours, where we will join legions of diehard fans to watch Twilight: Breaking Dawn - Part 1, the latest movie in the Twilight vampire romance series. This go-round, Bella Swan (Kristen Stewart) and her major blood-sucking (And I mean that in the nicest way, Cullen Clan.) beau Edward Cullen (Robert Pattinson) finally wed before their strong and fast-growing vampire fetus threatens to destroy their bliss.

WHY DO WE find this impossible plot line
so ridiculously appealing, you might ask?

Because
WHY NOT?!

EIGHT WORDS:
*sings in best Taylor Swiftiest voice*

It's a love story, baby,
just say yes!

HM.

I WANTED TO close this with some sort of clever vampire-y pun, but heck, haven't we heard them all ALREADY? I'll leave you with this instead. It kinda fills the bill:

Blood oranges are just the worst case
of false advertising ever.

Luv,
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*
Rest in peace, my Mollo and Zuzie.

Let's Go to the Hop (Oh Baby)!

"THIS YEAR we're having the words 'There's more gravy in the kitchen' stitched right on the napkins." --Robert Brault

. . . . I simply love the quote above! . . . .

Becky Povich, over tah Becky Povich: Writer Searching for Bliss, is holding her first ever "sort of" Blog Hop and it's for her friend,

Robert Brault,

who has this to say about himself: "I am a free-lance writer who has contributed to magazines and newspapers in the USA for over 40 years. I offer my writings HERE as an entertainment only, pursuing no agenda and promoting no political philosophy."

THEN, MISS POVICH gets the ball rolling: "This is not a typical Blog Hop where people are expected to go around and comment on everyone else's. Instead just write about one of Robert's sayings/quotes on your own blog, and then add your blog in the Linky, and then you are included in the drawing."

YES, this is a giveaway! You, too, may join in to have a chance at winning a brand spankin' new

Robert Brault-y 2012 Calendar,
or a Set of 12 Note Cards.

(And if you don't win here, you can purchase them at very reasonable prices over tah A Robert Brault Reader, where you'll find Mr. Brault and tons more of the great stuff he has to say!)

HERE ARE

the simple steps

you'll be following if you choose to participate in the Blog Hop, and I know you will (because, come on and heck, do you really want to sit this one out? Robert's great!):

1) Visit Robert Brault's blog and read some of his fabulous thoughts and quotes. Don't just read the first page, there are months and months of archives....all full of gems!
2) Then add your blog in Mr. Linky, over tah Becky's.
3) Post something on your blog about Robert, or his quotes, which one(s) you like the best, etc.

THREE WORDS:

Hop to it!

Good luck but not too much,
because I wanna win this thing-ly,
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*
Rest in peace, my Mollo and ZuZu.

SparkleFarkle Just Goes Nuts At Christmas!

Vintage magazine with Santy Claus and Yours Truly

going Yuletidey insane on the cover!

Yogi Yorgesson tells sings it like it is,
and best:

Oh, I yust go nuts at Christmas
On that yolly holiday
I’ll go in the red like a knucklehead
Cuz I'll squander all my pay.

Oh, I yust go nuts at Christmas
Shopping sure drives me berserk
On the day before, I rush in a store
Like a pure bewildered yerk.

I look at nightgowns for my wife
Those black ones trimmed in red
But I won’t know her size and so
She'll get

a carpet sweeper
instead.

Oh, I yust go nuts at Christmas
When each kid hangs up his sock
It's a time for kids to flip their lids
While their papa goes in hock.

On the night before Christmas
It's still in the house
My family is sleeping
So I'm quiet like a mouse.

I look at my watch and midnight is near
I think I'll sneak off for a cold glass of beer
Down at the corner, the crowd is so merry
I end up by drinking about 12

Tom & Yerry
I get to bed late and gee whiz how I'm sleeping
When on to my bed those darn kids they come leaping
They sit on my face and they yump on my belly
And I'm quivering all over like a bowl full of yelly.

They scream Merry Christmas, and my poor wife and me
We stumble downstairs and she lights up the tree
My head is exploding, my mouth tastes like

a pickle
I step on a skate and fall on a tricycle.

Yust before Christmas dinner, I relax to a point
Then relatives start swarming all over the yoint
On Christmas, I hug and I kiss my wife's mother
The rest of the year we don't speak to each other.

After dinner, my Aunt and my wife's Uncle Louie
Get into an argument; they're both awful screwy
Then all my wife's family say Louie is right
And my goofy relations, they yoin in the fight.

Back in the corner, the radio is playing
And over the racket Gabriel Heater is saying
"Peace on earth everybody and good will toward men"
And yust at that moment, someone slugs Uncle Ben.
They all run outside whooping so the neighbors will hear
Oh, I'm so glad Merry Christmas
comes yust once a year.

Oh, I yust go nuts at Christmas
But I still have lots of fun
Yust the same as you, I enyoy it too
Merry Christmas, Everyone!

I couldn't agree more, Yogi.
Allow me to caboose it with
Cha, cha, cha!

SIX WORDS:

"It yust goes down so smood!"
--Yogi Yorgesson, talking about beer Christmas!

Yingle bells, yingle bells, yingle all the way-ly,
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*

Rest in peace, my Mollo and ZuZu.

P.S. Like my brand spankin' new holiday blog-togs? I know it's a smitch early. Heck, Thanksgiving hasn't even happened yet. The thing is, I just can't wait!

Motivationally Speaking

{PLEASE TO REMEMBER to turn the volume to O-F-F on my “Over the River and Through the Woods” before you cLiCkY-cLiCkY the > to get the For-Your-Viewing-Pleasure video, below, rolling. Thanks! –The Management

ONE WORD:
Classic!

. . . . . . .

(I GREW UP (<--Please politely refain from wisecracking. Thank you.) in the home of an aunt, who was a “d*** good Chief Cook and Bottle Washer, if I do say so myself" (Yes, Mert often times did capitalize it.), and a knuckle (<--Farkled way of saying “uncle.” Aw, come on. By now, you should be used to it me.), who was the best house painter. Did I say ever? EVER. Yep. To this day, I may be a barely-capable-of-making-ice-cubesy, horrible housekeeper, but, at the drop of a

paint cap, I would still change my name to Paint Chip if I could. (I love ya, Knuckle Matt. That is forever ♥. You, too, Aunt Myrtle. I'm sorry to say, though, that a good share of my adult life is not made up of dusting. You're going to be okay, I promise. I KNOW SO. So, stop rolling over in your grave already.)

WELCOME TO the happily-hosted-by-Grandma’s-Goulash Succinctly Yours, a perfectly wonderful meme that picks up where our dearly departed Microfiction Monday left off by asking the burning question:

How low can you go?

(The above image and following excerpt intentionally swiped courteously borrowed from The Brady Bunch Blog, for necessary Succinctly Yours entry effect-->)"WHEN THE ELUSIVE Checker Trading Stamp Company announced its impending close, the boys and girls battled it out to see who'd inherit the Brady family fortune of stamps. Logically enough, these stamps could be redeemed for sewing machines (what the girls wanted), row boats (for the boys), or color television sets (what the family settled on). This place was so popular, and so inexplicably lucrative, that it even had its own store (We must remember that the Bradys never enjoyed Amazon.com, eBay, or Craigslist.).

TO DETERMINE THE WINNER of these bountiful documents, the Sensational Six engage in a nail-biting game of Russian roulette. No, wait, wrong episode. They build a house of cards. Whoever is responsible for the physical destruction of this house is to blame for the symbolic destruction of the team. He or she will be sent off to live with the Kellys or Dittmeyers next door." [Nary a fret be yours, Brady loser, things could be worse. Much worse. Much, much, MUCH, much worse. READ ON.)

THE GIST: Use the photo provided by GG as inspiration for a story of 140 characters or 140 words. (It doesn’t have to be exactly 140, just not more.) Oh?! *nods an impressed head* You want an even BIGGER challenge?! Then incorporate the word of the week into your flash tale! This Monday's assignment is "serene," which I chose to skip, since that smitch of the game is optional. <-–Whew! and thank God, because I don't need that kind o' presha!

HERE’S
November 14th’s picture
AND my story:

Painted Skyscraper Blue (No. 2066-70) and topped with a tad of Whipped Cream (No. 2160-70), it was hardly noticeable that Charla did indeed live in a house of cards. (Right next to Matt Foley, livin' in a van down by the river!) –42 words

NINE more WORDS:

The world truly misses you,
Mr. Farley, especially mine.

"In a universe of nearly 3,400 Benjamin Moore (The guy who could be my real father. I’m just saying.) colours, I like to think of myself as being more Raspberry Blush (No. 2079-30) than Vanilla (No. 1066)"-ly yours,
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*

Rest in peace, my Mollo, ZuZu, Knuckle Matt, Aunt Mert, and Chris Farley.

P.S. SPOILER ALERT! For those of you
apparently living under rocks:

"ULTIMATELY, AFTER LOSING a round of 'When Tiger Attacks,' Johnny Bravo is to blame for the girl's victory. They race off to the store, which is about to close forever.

THE GIRLS ARE momentarily distracted by a beauty parlor set, but Carol reminds them they came for a sewing machine and not even the Second Coming will deter them. And besides, as Marcia points out, 'We can make some groovy dresses!'

A DEBATE AS TO WHICH sewing machine ultimately gives way to the harmonious decision to redeem the stamps for a color television set. No more black and white reruns of

Hazel
for this happy family.
Shirley Booth will be in color!" --The Brady Bunch Blog

THE MORAL OF THE STORY,
or at least the way
I SparkleFarklely see it:

COME HELL or high water,
or merely down by the river,

History Herstory does
repeat itself herself.

Got 'Em? Send 'Em In.

DESPITE THE FACT that Halloween is over,

it lingers in my air.

TWO WORDS:
Jack Handeyism.

"I REMEMBER HOW, in college, I got a part-time job as a circus clown, and how the children would laugh and laugh at me. I vowed, then and there, that I would get revenge." --Jack Handey

HAPPY
Jack Handey
FRIDAY,
all!

Gonna buy me some great BIG, red, floppy shoes this weekend, how 'bout youly,
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*
Rest in peace, my Mollo and Zuzie.

P.S. Guess what
my signature asterisk "sparkle" is, today?
CORRECTOMUNDO!
If you said

clown nose!

That's the Way She Crumbles

I THINK I'll take a crack (<--Crack, cracker, get it? You will in a second.) at the alphabet, today. We'll see how far I get.

is for animal crackers!
WHEW! ONLY TWENT-five more letters to go!
. . . . . . . . .

BY THE by,

(Elephant animal cracker or proboscis monkey?
"Enquiring minds want to know." --National Enquirer)
don't forget:

SIXTEEN WORDS:

"IT'S NOT REALLY giving if you give away the animal crackers with missing heads and feet." --Cynthia Copeland Lewis, Really Important Stuff My Kids Have Taught Me

Eat 'em up, eat 'em up, chew, chew-ly,
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*
Rest in peace, my Mollo and ZuZu.

Close, But No Cigar

WELCOME TO the happily-hosted-by-Grandma’s-Goulash Succinctly Yours, a perfectly wonderful meme that picks up where our dearly ♥ departed Microfiction Monday left off by asking the burning question:

(Like I said, close, but no cigar.)
How low can you go?

THE GIST: Use the photo provided by GG as inspiration for a story of 140 characters or 140 words. (It doesn’t have to be exactly 140, just not more.) Oh?! *nods an impressed head* You want an even BIGGER challenge?! Then incorporate the word of the week into your flash tale! This Monday's assignment is "repugnant," which I chose to skip, since that smitch of the game is optional. <-–Whew! and thank God, because I don't need that kind o' presha!

HERE’S
November 7th’s picture
AND my story:

"TWIRL, YOU IDIOT, TWIRL!" Justine commanded Josiette, who was embarrassed beyond repair when her know-it-all sister once again missed the mark, this time, while leading a game of Spin the Bottle. --thirty-one words

TWO more WORDS:
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug!

Drink up-ly,
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*
Rest in peace, my Mollo, ZuZu, and Mr. Andy Rooney.

IMAGE CREDIT: Spin-the-Bottle Snapshot/vintagecottagehome.blogspot.com

Side Note:

"I don't know what came over me. At first I thought it was gonna be just the one piece. Then, next thing you know, I was hand-over-fisting!" --SparkleFarkle, presently doing a post-feedbag Gut Tango with the holiday residuals.

THE EXTRA Halloween candy
is not a Food Group.

It's too late for me,
but for you,

THREE WORDS:

Just say no.

Marginally gastrointestinally feeling okay-ly,
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*
Rest in peace, Mollo, Zuzie, and my stomach
Image Credits:
Candy pile: PerkiomenValleyPatch
Ghost Candy Hand-outer: dentablog.dom

All I Want for Christmas Is...

ONE WORD:

Wonderstruck: Won´der`struck`:
a. 1. Struck with wonder, admiration, or surprise.
n. 1. All I want for Christmas!

IF YOU'VE BEEN been living under a (YIKES?! Self-imposed?!-->) "I couldn't care less about Taylor Swift (<--WHAT?! What are you saying?! That's preposterous, because who in their right mind doesn't like American's sweetheartiest country pop singer-songwriter, musician and actress Taylor Swift?! Oh, well, your loss. Your BIG loss. Your BIG, BIG loss. The BIGGEST. No, I'm not getting carried away. She is that good. I kid you not. Why, yes. Yes, I am her biggest fan.) or, for that matter, couldn't care even lesser about her new fragrance, that of which she has “warm, spicy tones” and “caramel notes — I really love that!" to say about it" rock, then you probably haven't gotten wind (<--A matchless word choice indeedy, as well as a matchlessly scented one!) of Wonderstruck, her premiere for-sale essence, which Missy Taylor further describes as "a dreamy, autumnal mix that’s the perfect complement to the cooling weather and colder seasons." And God knows how much I absolutely love

!

(You remembered that about me, didn't cha, huh? *as heart-cockles warm, sticks out tongue to catch an equally warm Warm Fuzzy on it* Yep, I knew you would ♥. Thanks!) All that combined finds Wonderstruck at the top of my Christmas List this year!

AND, DEAREST SANTY CLAUS, I want that ad dress Swift is donning, too, because immediately after being perfume-sniped enchantingly Wonderstricken yesterday at Macy's, the generous gulp squirted on me by a rabid, hired "hand" as I incognizantly trooped through Cosmetics the aromatic smudges, ever so delicately dabbed behind each of my ears (those of which hadn’t truly lived till now) with a Wonderstruck-saturated, soft-spun cotton ball skillfully managed by a Ballet Pink-smocked Special Events Sales Associate, left me feeling *Dreamy-Thinking Bug begins to nibble Sparkle*...oh...I dunno...*Dreamy-Thinking Bug then takes a big bite outy da Farkle. Actually, make that a chunk!)* like I had just been plucked out of a fairytale! So, I'm thinking I'd better have just the right "something" to wear, come Christmas morning, when an excitey me dives under O Tannenbaum, where my giant bottle of Wonderstruck,

swagged with
Taylor Swift-significant charms,

not to forget the flawless beauty of freesia, apple blossom and raspberry spark, a swirl of vibrancy and feminine allure, a sweet surprise of blissful vanilla embellished by airy, sun-drenched honeysuckle and white hibiscus and notes of golden amber and sandalwood woven with a smooch (Muah!) of lush peach that is included in every droplet of every misting, awaits me!

Does it show?
I highly endorse this stuff.
Er, you're welcome,
Miss Swift!

. . . . . . .
By the by, it's
HAPPY
Jack Handey
FRIDAY
time!

(OUCH, Santa, because, man, that's gotta hurt!)

"IF YOU EVER have to steal money from your kid, and later he discovers it's gone, a good thing to do is blame it on Santa Claus." --Jack Handey

Ho! Ho! Ho!-ly atomizered,
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*
Rest in peace, my Mollo and ZuZu.

Give Me the Bag. The Soft Black Bag.

FIRST REACH WAY, WAY, WAAAY DOWN (PRETTY MUCH PAST YOUR SOCKS) AND TURN OFF MY PLAYLIST BEFORE YOU GO FOR THE VIDEOS. Thanks!

HAVE YOU seen this yet?



You're welcome!
And you bet, I'll tell show you more!

HERE'S the
"If this doesn't snag you, nothing will"
Official Alcatraz Trailer:


My favourite line so far:
"I'm way smarter than I look." --Jorge Garcia as Diego Soto

YEP! YEP! YEP! ONE of my favourites, Jorge Garcia (You likely remember him as Lost's Hugo "Hurley" Reyes.) stars in the upcoming JJ Abrams-produced Elizabeth Sarnoff-written (Lost, Deadwood) television series Alcatraz. (<--YaY! YAY! YAY! <--because I love that guy! Not gonna lie. I screamed for joy when I saw Hurley featured in the promo!) Picking the time-bending mystery show as a midseason replacement to air at nine o'clockish on Mondays nights, come next year, FOX says this about it (<--kErRrAzY sentence structure, eh?):

"The chilling new thriller centers on America's most infamous prison and one-time home to the nation's most notorious murderers, rapists, kidnappers and thieve$."

Intrigued?
I thought so!

Wait, there's even more where that came from.
*fishes around in both pockets only to come up short; heads to bottom of purse and then shouts BINGO!*

HERE IT IS!

The Official Alcatraz Plot Synopsis

written by some very important people at FOX

"When San Francisco Police Department DET. REBECCA MADSEN (Sarah Jones, Sons of Anarchy) is assigned to a grisly homicide case, a fingerprint leads her to a shocking suspect: JACK SYLVANE (guest star Jeffrey Pierce, The Nine), a former Alcatraz inmate who died decades ago. Given her family history -- both her grandfather and surrogate uncle, RAY ARCHER (Robert Forster, Jackie Brown), were guards at the prison -- Madsen's interest is immediately piqued, and once the enigmatic, knows-everything-but-tells-nothing government agent EMERSON HAUSER (Sam Neill [I love him, too!], Jurassic Park) tries to impede her investigation, she's doggedly committed. Madsen turns to Alcatraz expert and comic book enthusiast, DR. DIEGO "DOC" SOTO (Jorge Garcia, Lost), to piece together the inexplicable sequence of events. The twosome discovers that Sylvane is not only alive, but he's loose on the streets of San Francisco, leaving bodies in his wake. And strangely, he hasn't aged a day since he was in Alcatraz, when the prison was ruled by the iron-fisted WARDEN EDWIN JAMES (Jonny Coyne, Undercovers) and the merciless ASSOCIATE WARDEN E.B. TILLER (Jason Butler Harner, The Changeling).

Madsen and Soto reluctantly team with Agent Hauser and his technician, LUCY BANERJEE (Parminder Nagra, ER), to stop Sylvane's vengeful killing spree. By delving into Alcatraz history, government cover-ups and Rebecca's own heritage, the team will ultimately discover that Sylvane is only a small part of a much larger, more sinister present-day threat. For while he may be the first, it quickly becomes clear that Sylvane won't be the last prisoner to reappear from Alcatraz.

Through the course of the investigation, Madsen and Soto will learn that Agent Hauser has known about the prison's secret history and has been awaiting the prisoners' return. Soto will witness his life's work -- the history of Alcatraz -- come alive. Madsen will be forced to keep her supportive San Francisco cop fiancé, JIMMY DICKENS (Santiago Cabrera, Heroes), at arm's length from the highly classified assignment as she sees everything she thought she knew about her family's past shattered, all while fighting to keep the country safe from history's most dangerous criminals.

ALCATRAZ is produced by Bonanza Productions Inc. in association with Bad Robot Productions and Warner Bros. Television. The series is executive-produced by J.J. Abrams, Bryan Burk (FRINGE) and Elizabeth Sarnoff. Steven Lilien (the belly buttonless Kyle XY) & Bryan Wynbrandt (Kyle XY <-- Still no button.) and Sarnoff wrote the pilot, and Danny Cannon (CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, CSI: Miami) directed and executive-produced the pilot.

SO.
Even though a premiere date has yet to be carved in stone, FOX teases that the fun begins at the first of the year. You know what that means, DON'T YOU?

ONE WORD:

Countdown!
(Rumor tells that Alcatraz's BIG day is slated for January 2, 2012. That means we only have 69 days, 9 hours, 42 minutes, 24 seconds...23 seconds...22 sec-- Oh, heck.
JUST SKIP IT ALREADY.

I heart you truly,
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*

Rest in peace, my Mollo and Zuzie.