∻ ANTS in the ATTIC ∻

[Shelti]

NTS in the ATTIC
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In alphabetical order...
the*WHAT* and the *WHERE*
must begin with the same letter

[Westerly_2]

This is wonderful.  Sorry I missed Y. I have a recurring dream where I always miss my bus or train.

Amy aims to adapt her amazing applesauce into another art farm, adding a little anise, a lot of arrowroot ashes of asters and, at last, angelica!

[Angharad]

(I have the same dream. Draughn is always on the bus or train.)

I think Amy was successful in her goal.

Bob brings bliss being beside me because of his brilliant brain; bountiful benevolence; breathtaking, brawny body; bright brio; bouncy badinage; and boundless, blazing bond.  ("Bob" is Draughn, of course--Robert is his first name.)

[Westerly_2]

Aha! I knew it!

Cruising casually, Caleb coasts to the curb at the corner cafe and pays cash for a cranberry croissant and a cup of Colombian coffee with cream. 

[Angharad]

Wow! It sounds like Caleb had a lovely, relaxing morning!

My dearest darling Draughn drove downtown directly to Discount Drug determined to deliver to me Dramamine, deodorant, dish-washing detergent, and Doritos; then, he detoured to the Dog-House Drive-in and dickered for delicious Double Dogs and dark Dutch Devil's-food Dunkin' Donuts.   

[Westerly_2]

Change of plans for Draughns dining 

Erma energetically empties extra eggs into the envelope, enveloping eggplant slices for everyone s evening eats.

[Angharad]

Yummy eggplant!

Frying foods is Francine's forte, so she frizzled first-rate fritters, frazzled fine franks, and fried five-star frites, frankly feeding full-figured Franklin far more fat than fitting. 

[Westerly_2]

Just loosen the belt, Franklin. 

Georgia generously gloms globs of glutinous, grainy grits into the grease as they turn gorgeously golden,  causing George to gorge glutonously. 

[Angharad]

Mmmmmmm, fried grits! My mom almost never fried anything, but every once and a while she'd make grits, chill them in a bread pan, slice them, and flour and fry the slices. Crispy outside, creamy inside--yummy!

Humming happily and holding Heineken, Harry hefted huge heaps of honey ham, hamburger, home-grown Hickman's, and Habibis and Harlequins, horseradish, herbs, and Haloumi onto the hot hob, hoping to handily hone a hearty home-cooked hash for Harrison, Hannah, and himself.

[Westerly_2]

Boy, that's good!

Idrys invites invisible illusionists to illustrate intricate idolatrous icons..

[Angharad]

I love the name Idrys. 

Jeanne journeys to Jōsō, Japan, in JyuIchi just to judge jarred jackfruit and jog jidōhanbaiki for Jaboticaba juice.

[Westerly_2]

Not too much can compare to jarred jackfruit.

Ken keeps on kickboxing, karate-ing and otherwise kinetically killing his keister.

[Angharad]

Poor Ken's keister!  Hahaha!

Lazy Louise languishes on the lounge licking lollipops, lapping lemonade, and lunching on lunchmeat and Limburger, loathe to limber her lardy, limp legs or to levy a legitimate lather.