h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

No, it's stopped, although it will be saying the correct time in an hour and ten minutes and needs a trip to a jeweller to open the case properly. I better not take it to a local one here

And I have to catch a plane tomorrow so I need to know the time -

and I just ran out of coffee - another blame 2legs Is it worth buying a new pack of coffee for one pot tomorrow morning? I'll have to drink tea instead, and not know the time....

Don't you have a mobile phone or computer you can use to tell the time by?
I blame 2legs for you reminding me I've enough coffee left myself only* to make one more cup before I need to walk nextdoor to teh shop.... I furhter blame 2legs for my moaning about having to walk all of thirty seconds down the road to the shop
I'll also blame 2legs for my new and first ever really signature thing at the end of my posts, and my forgetting to do it most the time

I blame 2legs for the fact that I still have no reply regarding the ghostsitting job

I blame 2legs that the little is getting lonely without Malabarista to keep it company.

I blame 2legs for the fact that were I to say in consolation "Don't worry, you can sit my ghost any time", it would sound highly strange indeed.

I blame 2legs for the amount of pizza I just ate. It was the right amount of pizza in all so many ways, yet the wrong amount of pizza in as probably as many ways I blame 2legs for all pizza dilimas

I blame 2legs that he (and every single one of our mutual friends) knows full well that I didn't mean a guitar purchase

I blame 2legs for his new signature, which is eerily appropriate to *me*.

Wait. Did you just use "2legs" and "appropriate" in the same sentence?

I blame 2legs for those two words being in the same sentence

I blame 2legs that, now that I can take any cold medicine I want, all the medicine in the house is 6+ months expired

I blame 2legs for the tragic decline of the butter dish in modern society.

I blame 2legs for the narrow-minded Tax Authority.

They neither accept paws nor signatures of the hatchlings as confirmation that I have settled the legal paper work concerning the Queen Mum's utterly modest legacy.

So now I must ask two persons, not related to us or by any means beneficiaries of the late Queen Mum to sign, that I have signed said legal paperwork

I blame 2legs for my sudden desire to once again own a proper butter dish... and for making me wonder what on earth happened to the one I used to have
I also blame 2legs for the butter I just had on some fresh baked ciabatta rolls...

I blame 2legs for spreadable butter.....



GT

Noooooooooooooo! no spreadible butter... not round these ere parts anyhow just solid blocks of the 'proper' stuff I blame 2legs for calorys, late night toast, with proper* butter and cheese... and for it being so cold... and late... and cold... and

GT

I blame 2legs for the not having Malabarista to read it bedtime stories. I blame 2legs for wondering what kind of bedtime stories a might enjoy.

: Malabarista, read the one about the little getting trapped inside a Certified Public Accountant, please.
Mala: No, that one gave you nightmares for a week.
: Aw, pleeeeeease?
Mala: Oh, all right. But first, put on your pajamas and snuggle down in your crypt.

And I still don't have a commercial kitchen, 2legs! What are you waiting for?

My cats blame 2legs for the cold.

I blame 2legs for the absolute necessity of roller skating. I also blame 2legs that I don't have a proper butter dish, just one of those silly plastic trays that sits in the fridge, glaring at me.

I blame 2legs for my about to cook 'lunch', and for said 'lunch' consisting of toast, butter, sausages, bacon, eggs
I also blame 2legs for laundry and housework

I blame 2-butters for spreadable legs...