Thalia’s abs contracted with fits of giggles. “I’m glad Typist erased your ten gallon hat Nia!”
“Me, too!” Urania exclaimed. “The stretch was for an Easter bonnet.”
“All of our legs, arms, and hands look… well, not quite right,” Cal dabbed laughter tears from the corners of her eyes with a hand-stitched floral kerchief.
“And what is Typist thinking… There’s frost on the grass and ice in the bird bath! We can’t wear backless dresses today,” Tal added. “She needs to craft a cape for me!”
“I’ve well exceeded my drawing time this morning,” Typist replied with a genuine smile. “No cape, no bonnet. And Nia… you’ll just have to hobble along on your drop foot.”
“More practice another time!” the mirthful muses said in unison.
A word from Typist:
I often wonder if, and hope that the muses amuse you as much as they do me. Thalia continues to be my favorite to draw, Cal is a second in today’s effort, and I’m still reaching for a look that fits Urania.
Sending wishes for a wonder-filled Sunday!
Is there anything you are practicing that brings you giggles?