A mythical destination deep in the heart of Texas, where dreamers dream big and cattle dogs run free.
I greet you warmly Lady Zorra and bring sterling good wishes for you and all your loyal Goosnarghs! Please accept my humble gift of wall to wall plush pile. In the royal purple.With compliments,Her Noble Excellency, L.J. the Precocious of Oxbridge by Camford
I love being in the presence of Southern Royalty!
Thank you, thank you, my fellow noblewomen. The Goosnarghians salute you (especially Amie, who occasionally leaves a goosnargh on the carpet).
I suppose it would have to!
Hey! I've always wondered what to call the dreadful *thing* that Rosie too frequently yaks up on the carpet. Goosnargh! That's IT!But now that I'm titled, I suppose I must hire some hard-to-find help to attend to the carpet goosnarghs.With gratitude for your kind visit, Your Grace,I remain,Your humble servant,Lady Psalmist (the Harmonious of Fiddlehope in the Marsh)
Goosnargh--what a great word. Reminds me of one of my favorite poems, Jabberwocky.Twas brillig, and the slithy tovesDid gyre and gimble in the wabe(Read the whole poem here if you don't remember it.)
I love it, Kievas. In fact, the Scientist and I have been known to exclaim, "O frabjous day!" to one another on appropriate occasions.
I love that poem too! :-DIt was lovely stopping in, my dears.Your humble servant,The Right Reverend Singing Owl of Blooming on the ...something or other
Milady the Right Reverend Singingowl the Blossoming of Fiddlers Green. Fiddlers Green! That's it! Join me in a reel or two...can Goosenargh's dance?
Surely there must be a ceremonial Goosnarghian Jig.
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