Kaylee is Gryffindor. Seamus, Simon and Newton are Hufflepuff. Wilson is a cowardly Slytherin.
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Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I came across this and it sums it up pretty well: "Dress sizes were designed by sixteen ferrets on crack"
Miss Kitty is thoroughly Hufflepuff
Our lab-mix is definitely Hufflepuff, and our beagle is definitely Slytherin.
My cats are, like, reading an entirely different story, or something.
Suela, I'm glad the pup is doing OK. Yikes on the holiday weekend costs.
Toddson, that's funny. I've definitely Italy had that kind of disorientation before. So weird.
askye, I hadn't heard of RSD, but it sure makes a ton of sense. Good for you for committing to talk about it on your next appt. You are really awesome handling your stuff. Respect.
Oh, and that's hilarious, brenda.
My mother used to lecture the cat we had then. Considering that she barely had two brain cells to rub together - and would sit there looking blank while being lectured - it wasn't terribly productive. I don't think she'd have qualified for a Hogwarts house, although she'd have snuggled up to Hagrid.
PSA: Yesterday I overheard my dad having a serious conversation with his dog about what Hogwarts house she would be. ("...Put that little hat on you and put you right into Hufflepuff, wouldn't they.") I about died trying to stay silent and not interrupt the discussion.
OMG that's adorable.
I suspect my dog might be Gryffindor, but possibly Hufflepuff.
t waves Thank you for all the birthday wishes the other day! I've had a lot of headaches lately with all the rain, so I haven't read all of the most recent posts, but hugs and ~ma to those who need them.
I remember once when I was visiting my parents with the Walter dog he escaped their yard and went running around the neighborhood with canine high spirits. Once we caught him and brought him home, my dad stood in the garage and explained to him why he could not do that. Kind of along lecture. My mom and I just looked at each other and very carefully did not say anything.