the-sunshine-time

There are people that have had worse happen to them. All those people that died in the hotel bombing? All those that were maimed and left orphaned?

Family is everything!_ he always said when he went overboard with sentimentality. __f you don__ have family, what do you have?

We have no business squatting on other people__ land and we have only ourselves to blame if they take a dim view of it. I mean, c__on, what would you do if someone barged into our house and just took it over? How would you react? Are you going to say, welcome, intruders, take it all, we__l gladly confine ourselves to the bathroom. That is, until you want us out of the bathroom as well. Then we will happily kill ourselves and leave you to deal with our bodies as you please. Is that what you would say? Of course not. You would make a complete ruckus. So why are you surprised when other people do the same?

Why should I ignore them? In my own house? Spiteful snobs! I__e appalling taste, do I? I__ skeletal, am I? Anyone would look skeletal next to them. They are both starting to look like porkers! As soon as I go down, I__ going to mention it. I__ going to particularly point out Isolde__ thunder thighs. I suppose it__ appalling good taste to display them in such tight jeans. I__ going to ask how she even got into those pants without splitting the seams.

Salila!_ said Maia, outraged. __nother DOG? ON TOP OF ALL THE OTHER ANIMALS?___O WHAT....?_ I began, and then got cut off as Polly attempted to land her shaggy grey bulk into my lap,unmindful as ever of our respective sizes, long floppy ears flopping and entire behind wagging, whipping her long tail, and barking in ear-deafening bursts.

LOOK AT HIM! Mum, LOOK! OUR NEW DOG! ISN__ HE A BEAUTY?___nother DOG!_ came Maia__ amazed voice.

It was a fairly large house, larger than all our previous dwellings. There were two pinkwashed, picture- windowed, orange gable-roofed storeys, encompassing eight rooms, and an adjoining, presently shuttered garage. A friendly, unsymmetrical house, with pink bougainvillea hanging over the iron-lace decorated, semi-circular front porch and ivy climbing from the walls to the uneven gables.

People might say that they liked honesty, but they didn__, really.