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It's been well over two months since I last posted. I have no excuse. Well, except for the fact that my grandfather passed away and certain people in my life have been dealing with complicated love life drama that makes me glad I haven't bothered to even try getting into the dating scene. Oh, and puzzles. Lots and lots of puzzles. And Pokémon. And Skyward Sword. And Portal 2.

So... yeah, that's what's new in my life. Also, I found this set of awesome markers that I had when I was little that I couldn't not buy, so now I'm having fun with those and stuff. Juno's still a dog, and she still does doggy things like a dog would, so that's cool. We had a distinct lack of snow this winter, but it's all coming down now that the ski area's closed for the season. I've also been working on a secret project that involves jellyfish that will be revealed... whenever it's finished. So someday that will be done and things will be cool and stuff.

Anyway, sorry about disappearing and all that. I'll try to get back into consistent(ish) blogging at some point, but it might take a while.

Daily Story 348 - Tree Ladder Plays House

James's daughter was bored, so she decided to play House. The new ladder James had made joined in once it was finished with its ladder duties, and they had fun.

Daily Story 347 - Tree Ladder

One day, James found himself in need of a second ladder, so he found himself some fallen trees in the forest and used the best wood from each tree to construct a new ladder.

Daily Story 346 - Ladder Tree

Near James's house was a tree that was shaped vaguely like a ladder. Other than that peculiarity, the tree was rather normal, and James's daughter enjoyed climbing it from time to time.

Daily Story 345 - Death of the Bread Ladder

After a couple of weeks of having a living lump of ladder-shaped bread wandering aimlessly around the house, James noticed something. The bread ladder was getting moldy. A week later, the bread ladder smelled so horrible that it decided to go off and die in the forest. James buried it next to its favorite ladder-shaped tree.

Daily Story 344 - Bread Ladder Bread

In the strangest twist, the second ladder-shaped bread that James and his daughter baked after the first such bread was so loved by the ladder seemed to take on a life of its own. It became hungry after a while, and so James and his daughter baked it some bread. The bread ladder seemed to be perfectly fine with this.

Daily Story 343 - Bread Ladder

James's daughter was bored, so James decided to bake some bread with her. They baked it in the shape of a ladder. That night, the ladder that usually ate the bread that James baked was pleased and flattered to see that its bread was in the shape of a ladder.

Daily Story 342 - Ladder Bread

James's ladder was hungry, so James baked it some bread. The ladder enjoyed eating the bread, so James baked it bread every time it was hungry from that day on.

Daily Story 341 - Helping Hands

Someone's hand got chopped off in a bizarre and unfortunate baking accident. The hands took on a life of their own and began doing things all around the town. The people of the town were confused but grateful.

Daily Story 340 - Delicious Bread

I have been recently in the mood to go on a baking spree. I've made brownies and cookies and pie crusts from scratch, and mother dearest was kind enough to buy some yeast so that I can make some bread.

Yay bread.

Daily Story 339 - Pyro Bread

The treacherous bread of the place of legend set the whole place of legend on fire. The mops had to work 24/7 to put out the flames and there were quite a few minor burns that had to be treated afterward.

Daily Story 338 - Treacherous Bread

During the feast of the victorious sniper mops, one of the orphan children choked on a piece of bread. The orphan recovered after the boring mop forced the bread out of its throat, but the bread ran off into the night and began plotting some evil plan of nefarious deeds. The entire place of legend was filled with a sense of foreboding.

Daily Story 337 - Fancy Feast

The sniper mops were successful in taking out the renegade beads. The buckets and the beads within were all safe and unharmed. Thus, a feast was held in their honor.

Daily Story 336 - Evil Beads

One morning the orphan children went into the room of beads to continue their sorting, but they were shocked to find that a group of beads had taken control of the bead buckets that the children had used to sort the beads, and they were holding the buckets - and the sorted beads within - ransom. The children sought the help of the high fancy mop, the mop that ruled over the place of legend and all the mops within it. The high fancy mop negotiated with the renegade beads and eventually decided to send in a few sniper mops, as the rebellious beads were incapable of settling for less than their demands and it was plain to see that there was no other way to save the hostage buckets and beads than to rid the world of the evil beads.

Daily Story 335 - Happy Orphan Children

The orphan children lived in the place of legend with the boring mop for many days before they began to grow restless. After a while, the older asked one of the fantastic mops whether there was something they could do that wasn't so mop-oriented, and the mop showed them a room full of massive piles of tiny assorted beads that had been left there by an old mop who had been rather obsessed with making beaded jewelry. However, that mop had been destroyed in an unfortunate baking accident, and nobody else in the place of legend knew what to do with them.

The orphan children were ecstatic. They immediately set to work sorting the beads according to color, and they spent many, many happy weeks creating order amidst the chaos of the bead room.

Daily Story 334 - Mops of Fortune

The boring mop was still traveling alone through the desert when it found the lonely orphans. It consoled them and forgave them and helped them bury their dear sibling before accompanying them to a place of legend. Nobody knew what this place of legend held, but it was a place of legend, so they decided to see what was there. Upon arriving, the children were a little disappointed, but the boring mop was thrilled. The place of legend was filled with mops, and all of these mops were amazing and fortunate and wonderful.

Daily Story 333 - The Death of the Loneliest Orphan

One of the lonely orphan children was not up to the task of searching the desert for a mop. It fell over a rock and died, and the other two orphans were sad.

Daily Story 332 - Questing For Sandy Moppy Bits

The three lonely orphan children heard about the mop's misfortunes. They realized they had done wrong in selling the mop without bothering to discover why it felt so compelled to eat things, and they felt that they were the only ones to give it a decent home, so they set out one day to look for it.

Daily Story 331 - Sad Lonely Sand

The sand that had been eaten and thrown up by the boring mop was lonely and sad.

Daily Story 330 - Sand Tastes Terrible

The boring mop was tired of eating sand. Eventually it took a bite of sand and threw up, which as a mop was very alarming and disturbing, not to mention gross and confusing. It decided it would pass on eating sand for a while.