ringo ringo ringo

well, ringo is as bald as a baby's bottom (which may or may not be bald, i just wanted to say that)(and technically ringo himself isn't really bald cuz he has really short hair). now the shortness of said hair exposes a very interesting fact about the ringo: he has chicken legs. i swear, that boy has the skinniest little twigs for legs and i don't know how those toothpicks don't snap under the pressure of the rest of his extreme bulk. mom and i went to market o' fleaness after we retrieved ringo. i got the official video of rudolph the red-nosed reindeer which just won't be the same without its period commercials but i figure shal and i will both need a copy. and what's that? you're wondering if i got tins? now why would i get tins? what tins? those tins over there? i'm sure i have no idea what you're talking about.

anyway once we got back i went in search of ringo several times but could not find him. eventually monkey found him and we were able to follow the hissing though. monkey has been bad and mean. he sits on the basement steps watching and waiting for ringo to make a move so he can go after him. bad monkey.

tips for next time: earplugs so i don't have to listen to ringo's heart-wrenching howls of dread.