Phyllis’s Photo Shoot in Paradise

Phyllis’s Photo Shoot in Paradise

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Phyllis enjoys long walks on the beach at sunset, where shadows fade away into the night. She can be found burrowing under sand castles, giggling with delight and is predicting 6 more weeks of Polar Vortex Mania. So…Phyllis has escaped to an undisclosed balmy location for a sassy photo shoot wearing today’s latest groundhog swimwear. With her toes in the sand and her pearls shimmering, Phyllis is setting the trend for woodchucks worldwide! We are unsure if she will return to Punxsutawney in time for the big announcement on Sunday but Uncle Phill will step in if needed.

Purchase your copy of Punxsutawney Phyllis by Susanna Leonard Hill from Barnes and Noble

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http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/punxsutawney-phyllis?keyword=punxsutawney+phyllis&store=book

Susanna Leonard Hill is hosting Phyllis’s Fun Fashion Show Contest through Saturday. Dress up Phyllis however you like and post her to your blog. Predict her prediction for more winter or early spring…
Check it out at the link below! Stylists needed!

Susanna’s blog

http://susannahill.blogspot.com/

Christmas Mission

This is is my entry for Susanna Leonard Hill’s Holiday Mishap Writing Contest.

Susannahill.blogspot.com/

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Christmas Mission

by Angie Karcher

 

This Christmas adventure had danger and thrill.

We chose to accept it,as most brave kids will.

Our mission, to light the fur tree in our yard,

though risky and perilous, really, quite hard.

We wore Santa hats, decked with bells and white fur,

in case we got lost, they would hear where we were.

An old pair of gloves caused a very big fight.

He got the left glove and then I got the right.

The lights were thrown over the top branch with ease.

This was expert tree lighting tree expertise.

The blink-twinkling lights were strung around the tree.

We sang Christmas carols, my brother and me.

This tree expedition was going as planned.

Then…the lights, they got stuck. Things got way out of hand.

I ascended the tree with danger in sight.

Now…my boot was stuck too, wedged in nice and tight.

This pose wasn’t good, I just had to admit.

My legs, they were stretched in a very fine split!

My brother, he giggled and turned shades of blue.

Meanwhile, I just dangled there caught by my shoe.

When, all of a sudden, the panic hit me.

I realized, “Oh No, I have got to go pee!”

The way I was standing was not good I’m told,

‘cause this made it difficult, tricky to hold.

I tried, without luck, to hold back the rain.

The whistle’s a blowin’ and here comes the train!

The more that I laughed, the more that it rained down.

My boot, it filled up, like a wet, flooded town.

Those boots I had worn were for keeping out rain.

But someone forgot they should put in a drain!

By the time my mom saw the look on my face,

I was a poinsettia, just shoved in a vase.

My petals were wilted when they helped me down.

The train…it was gone now, way past this damp town.

Have you ever worn a chilled boot filled with pee?

Don’t ever attempt it! It happened to me!

 

True story.