Drawings to tide you over until I get a doll room made

I want a Night Fury

Should I put these on the Meet My Dolls Page?

Lilly with the craisins from the first time I posted that bit of story. (I refuse to call it a chapter because  It's not broken up right, and I really need a title for it, and should probably finish it too, before things get out of hand.) ANYWAY now you know where the dried cranberries came from.

This is how I feel about school fundraisers.

This girl wandered onto my history paper. I'm not sure what she's doing.

And then today we were in the computer lab writing persuasive essays. Jaden, who often gets off task, began to talk to the class in general about what he would do if he found a yeti in his woods. Mr. Rush, who gets off task even worse than Jaden, interrupted, insisting that yetis must be given toilet paper and indoor plumbing to properly introduce them to society. Then he began to ponder (very loudly and verbally) how awkward it would be to have a yeti in your bathroom, and proceeded to make constipated yeti noises. (can you see why Rush is my favorite teacher?) It was at that point that I was laughing too hard to finish my essay, so instead I made a crudely drawn picture of a yeti on a toilet and emailed it to him. He stuck it up on the big screen and the whole class saw the awesomeness of my pooping yeti. Today was a good day.

Gwen