Dr. Spot can see you now.

Actually, the Doctor is on Vacation until December 31st. His assistant Madam Rub-Out will handle all sickees. Anyone who has an emergency (i.e. has lost their spots) see the squiggle bird from the first page.

thanks! 

I am sorry for the delay of pictures, but at the moment blogger is malfunctioning and not allowing pictures in or to be posted, so, whenever!

Meet Betty Bedeviled...

As a child, Betty's Favorite thing to do was to shoot coke cans off a fence with her BB gun. As a grown-up, she became a professional specialist actor, and she specialized in clown fortune teller roles. That is why she wears a big starry bowtie and a styles her hair to look like a big lump of yarn. When asked, Betty told us that her expression was her patented "Mysterious- gypsy-yet-happy-clown look."

"The frog does not drink up the pond in which he lives. "

I was so angry at this frog because he would not let me scoop him out of my pool! He kept yelling at me in a sort of deep-throat " what will I do? where will I go? this is my home, I was born here!" And, you know what? He was right! So, as the sun set and the stars came out, I went into my house, had my dinner and then carried some leftovers out to my new tenant, and I was shocked! There were now one hundred frogs in my pool. What would you have done in my place, I ask you?

-American Indian Proverb, Sioux

jet-black, coal-black pitch-black, inky.

This is a picture of a rare black mouse in a closet at midnight. (Give your eyes a chance to adjust to the darkness.) It's eyes and nose glow in the dark! That way it can see where it's going and won't bump into it's tail.

Mmm-mm! I want this for breakfast, daddy!

A Very, Very, Rare Animal

(it's latin name is Glittzerus Shoous)

P.S. Izzy says "I should also mention it grows in spurts: Small, Medium, and Large."

:D 

CAT-A-TAT-TAT!

I, monsieur, am not just any cat. I am the Cat-a-tat-tat! known for my beguiling purrrsonality and ravishing blue eyes, but most of all, the bee-uuu-tiful pattern on my body. The exclamation marks bring out the nail polish on my fingers, non?

Dawg-gone it!

Ruff! Roof! RaRaRa! My name is Oliver Rufus Montegomery Haberdasher. How are you? Uh-oh, gotta go! Ruff, Roof and away....... 

Welcome all honeyfugglers!

The actual meaning of honeyfuggle is to deceive by flatter or sweet-talk; swindle or cheat.

But we are not cheaters nor swindlers! Nay, we are but common strange word lovers, and so we have derived from this word a new meaning: Exactly what it sounds like. We fuggle honey. (whatever that means, definitely not in a dirty sense.) This blog was created to showcase our T-A-L-E-N-T. If you read our other blogs, you will find a painter turned photographer and a weird little girl who likes words. We smush the two together and Lo! we get Nobody Is Home! Showing off Izzy's scribbles and Lola's writing (and maybe some of Lola's scribbles and Izzy's writing, too). So, enjoy! 

For starters: The illustrious squiggle-bird, it speaks for itself, loves itself, and does nothing but fly all day and night, showing itself off.

--Lola<3