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Turns out I didn't have both girls today. Mimzie wasn't bringing Hobbit by until later so I just had Hammie.

As usual, she greets me at the door and I go in, borrowed movie in hand, and what does Hammie do? Grabs it from me and goes running up the stairs as fast as her little bow legs can carry her yelling, "Grammy! Kiki Peepaw movie back! Kiki Peepaw movie back!" Yes! I brought the damn movie back. Just like I said, ya little shit.

So we took a walk and played outside awhile, then I made lunch and Mummy came home and gave me the new pictures of Hammie and Hobbit and then put Hammie down for a nap. So dicked around there awhile waiting for my sister to show up.

Mummy was flipping through an US magazine and I pointed out a Hidalgo trailer on the tv.

Me: I saw pictures from that premier. Viggo showed up riding a horse.
Mummy: I was talking to Mark (my step dad) the other day. I told him I thought Viggo was a funny name and Mark said it was because he's foreign. But, I read in the paper he's not foreign! His dad is! He was born in New York or something.
Me: He did live in Argentina or someplace for awhile.
Mummy: But, that doesn't make him foreign. He was just at one of those...you know...go-away-to schools.
Me: O_o
Mummy: You know what I mean.
Me: Scarily enough, I do. You mean boarding school?
Mummy: Yes! He went to a boarding school.
Me: *snickergigglesnort*
Mummy: What?
Me: I'll be filing "go-away-to school" with "guy lesbians" and "BBC flag".
Mummy: Oh, shut up. You knew what I meant.

Mimzie finally showed up over an hour late. I got to play with the Hobbit for a bit before I came home to check on Frodis and put a second coat of paint on the door.

I hate to say it, but Frodis is not doing well at all. I think we're nearing the end with him. *sighs* My poor little bubby-rat.