Seussed Out
I don’t think Mouse appreciates his costume. Sorta reminds you of when he had to dress up like an elf at Christmas back in the ArtBox days…
I don’t think Mouse appreciates his costume. Sorta reminds you of when he had to dress up like an elf at Christmas back in the ArtBox days…
Poor Mouse, being a non-crafter in a crafty family…he has probably always been on the receiving end of unwanted cuteness.
I would not, could not, with a Mouse!
He could not, would not, Mr. Mouse.
He could not wear it in his house.
He will not wear it here or there,
He will not wear it anywhere!
He had to wear it in the store,
He had to wear it , his Aunt did roar!
Judy… yes, I wonder what wonderful costumes he had as a child.
Fun Mike… hee hee…
Jon… Heeeee heeee heee! Happy Halloweeen!
Horton hears a “Who Cares?”, courtesy of Mouse!
Sherlock Holmes observed (in The Greek Interpreter), “My ancestors were country squires, who appear to have led much the same life as is natural to their class. But, none the less, my turn that way is in my veins, and may have come with my grandmother, who was the sister of Vernet, the French artist. Art in the blood is liable to take the strangest forms.” (My stress)
The stress didn’t take. I tried to call attention to the final sentence of the quote, “Art in the blood is liable to take the strangest forms”
Well, Mouse, if you didn’t have such a habit of looking GREEN all the time … then maybe she wouldn’t have thought of you for that one.