bluepoppy - 2004-05-04 15:15:09
That's not their name. You made that up. The Pickles? C'mon-- what is it really-- the Dills? The Gherkins? C'mon . ..

wee - 2004-05-04 15:40:04
O NO! I swear it's true! They really are the Pickles. Check this out: http://weeme.diaryland.com/040130_6.html. They have since delivered their little gerkin and he has the roundest Charlie Brown head and smells utterly divine. Not dilly in the least. Which, of course, just makes me envy them that much more.

bluepoppy - 2004-05-04 19:15:48
(thump on the head to me) Sorry. Okay. And WAIT where is the poem? Where is the little Sylvester poem?!!! I want it now.

lizardek - 2004-05-05 03:39:56
Springy joyousness in every line. :) I love it when you DO find time to update.

Lu - 2004-05-05 07:50:00
The Pickles...reminds me of the Rugrats. I sure hope they did not name their boy Tommy. He would never live it down. We also have neighbors with extremely green lawns and no weeds. Their grass looks like carpet. We, too, will have carpet grass.

finelyspungirl - 2004-05-09 20:30:44
I used to wish that I could be tiny whenever I wanted and experience the world in a whole new way :)

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