And I, for one, will not stand for it in Fionaland. Okay, technically it is TaiChiLand, but she has relinquished most of her power and public appearances in order than she may seek a More Perfect Nap. When it comes down to it, though, she still makes the important decisions, the red telephone rings directly through to her, and it is her voice alone that allows access to the nuclear arsenal launch codes.
*Betcha you didn’t think we had a nuclear arsenal, did you? Yeah well, this is Utah, and you can own pretty much any weapon in production, as long as you don’t point it directly at your neighbor’s living room window.*
I will quash any uprisings with impunity.
I’m just saying.
And Farley? I love you dearly, but your stated affections for
Gah. Someone seems to keep hacking into my site and posting pictures of the Demon Spawn.
Besides, the Little Beast can’t even get up on the bed on her own without a child step.
And she hides under the bed to get away from the Jaws of Doom. Hee-hee.
Until she can get up on the bed by herself, and she out-weighs me, she won’t have anything to say. Trust me.
Even if I have to sit on her. Because we in Fionaland do not believe in "freedom of the press" (unless it is my freedom to press Abby into the mud/snowbank)....
And now that I have made that clear, we’ll return to our regularly scheduled blogging. Stay tuned!
-Fiona, Supreme Dictator of Fionaland for Life