New colors

I think I've managed to make my journal prettier. But I'm still staring at the wretched pink as I post. *sigh*

Snow Day, part 8

"Frosty the snowman was a jolly happy soul," Gonzo sang hoarsely, "With a corncob hat and button pipe and two eyes made out of coal."

"I don't think that's the right words," Stanley interrupted crankily. "It's a button nose. And corncobs are too little for hats."

"So let's sing something different, then," Gonzo agreed, amiably. He was pleased that Stan had noticed the mix-up. It's not easy to test someone's coherence when they're walking behind you.

"I'm tired of singing," Stanley said. "And your voice is going."

"Well, I'm thirsty," ( Gonzo admitted. )

Snow Day, part 8

"Frosty the snowman was a jolly happy soul," Gonzo sang hoarsely, "With a corncob hat and button pipe and two eyes made out of coal."

"I don't think that's the right words," Stanley interrupted crankily. "It's a button nose. And corncobs are too little for hats."

"So let's sing something different, then," Gonzo agreed, amiably. He was pleased that Stan had noticed the mix-up. It's not easy to test someone's coherence when they're walking behind you.

"I'm tired of singing," Stanley said. "And your voice is going."

"Well, I'm thirsty," ( Gonzo admitted. )