I hate those little kiosks in the mall that sell fake hair... ponytails and all that.
I hate those little kiosks that sell fake hair because the fake hair they sell never matches mine.
I'm glad Kenzie is home. I'm ever so glad... I've missed that Boltzschka more than I can say. Now I can be a geek and be happy about it, because she's one, too... and only having Alex to verify my insanity has been rather disconcerting (though he does a good job holding his own).
Whee. If Kenzie had a boyfriend, I think I'd start calling us the Fearsome Foursome.
And then hippopotami would bellow in ridicule and trample me to death.