These combine with Caira’s My Little Pony toys to form the three pillars of my existence. Untold virtures stem from the combination of their disparate molecules.
They make life worth living and I think I need them. She loves those damm ponies, Blue and Red like nothing else. Blue flies and Pink wants to take long naps… Wait, just wait. I’m playing with plastic ponies? Well yeah. It’s a joy to just see Caira using her imagination to turn the toys into whatever she wants them to be. I full expect that at least one of them will be a dinosaur by next week.
Caira (and I) have come down with a tickly throat cough that kept us awake for most of last night. We tried to give her cough medicine, but she got so upset by this that she got sick. :[
There aren’t many of them, to be certain, but that makes the danger all the more keen. Maybe you’ve known some of them at one time or another. This is actually pretty likely as many of them are prolific socialites. Or maybe you’ve just seen them in passing; some bare and hairy knees spotted in a shocking and distracting moment. Car crashes aren’t unknown after these distracting encounters, and indeed it is well-known that several highland clans used this as a tactic: Flash your knees and then slaughter the survivors.
They are the Scottish and they are everywhere.
In the last week I’ve seen a shocking amount of honest-to-god Scots wandering about North Las Vegas, considering where we are. Two on Saturday, three on Sunday and one hairy bastard at six o’clock this morning wearing a plaid kilt. The knees, oh god, his knees. I tasted vomit right then.
Mumbling aside, all the highlanders wandering about have put me in mind of how much of a transient city that Las Vegas is. We all come and go, but only a few stay here, and only a few people whom I’ve met, such as my sister-in-law are actually native to here.