a note for first-timers

If it's your first time here and you're new to blogs, the first post you'll see is the most recent so that's where you should be ending, rather than starting. Otherwise, carry on...

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shopping

Well, that's some gifts sorted. Now I probably ought to do something about the Christmas Cards I've received and not yet reciprocated. It's so much easier when you don't actually have an address - at least then you can use that as your excuse - but when they actually put it on the card or envelope you're kinda struggling to find a reason not to send one in return, aren't you? Hmmmm...

Kerminotter kicked some fwog buttocks this morning. He came first. I looked at the results, actually, and he beat the frog that had won the last two races into second place. Hurrah for Kermi! I'm going to call him that from now on and claim it as my own invention. So there. Yes, he improved steadily from a drubbing in race one, finishing third, to a respectable second in race two and then a victory in race three. Now for the icing on the cake - a final win of the four race series. A chance would be a fine thing - I shall update you on the morrow.

In stark contrast, Runandhide had his worst ever finish - forth. He'd come second in every one of his races but this time was humbled by another couple of frogs. It may be because I've not done the whole V.I.P. thing with him and he's now getting jealous or something. Well, tough - he can like it or lump it. I'm already trying to sort him out with a date...

Isn't Amazon great? Yes, usually. But not when they can't guarantee delivery before Christmas. *sniffle* I just hope everything gets there in time. Even the express delivery thing I paid for didn't seem to want to commit to getting it there for the 24th. We can live in hope, eh?

Does anyone other than "Anonymous" leave me comments? I know this is only new... but I want attention. I crave attention. I neeeeeeeeeeed attention. I want attention for Christmas. In stockings at the end of my bed.

On that note, I shall bid you all (wishful thinking again) adieu... and go find somewhere to hide my shame.