Hey Lil' G-spot... Oops I mean Lil' XL-dot... You look awfully faded in this picture. Did Gruntley scrub your color off of you or did you fall in some bleach??
Grover, Grover, Grover... Look what you have lowered yourself too. What a sad state you are in. You see, a real monster, who was XL, would never have to post a picture to prove it. And you really should stop going to Neverland and stealing from MJs collection of underware.
Ok, seriously, what the hell furniture is that that Grover is sitting on? Did you guys buy dollhouse furniture just for Grover?! Barbie furniture? I'm cracking up! I know that's a wall in your livingroom so that chair must be yours. Haha!
So what, now I'm not allowed to have furniture to sit on? Did you want me to just sit on the floor like a common housepet?? No, they did not buy me "dollhouse" furniture. I crafted that chair myself from fine mahogany and cedar, using classical furniture making arts handed down through monster generations. My great-great-great-Grandmonster was a cabinet maker for George Washington's monster.
Also, is the word "schmize" yiddish for "very impressive?"
MaryBeary . . . that's a little chair that I have sitting in my red French bathroom (the one downstairs). I love miniature chairs and actually have two of them in that bathroom. It's just convenient that they happen to be "Grover-sized!" LOL! I usually find his clothes at Target (I'm always looking for little gifts for our niece and nephew and I sometimes see something that will fit Grover). Do you think this means we need to have kids so we have a legitimate excuse to play with Grover?
Please do not listen to Bunny. She's obviously jealous of my craftsman like woodworking skills. If I didn't make that chair, how else could I be sitting on it? Duh.
I'm Grover. I rock. I'm blue. And adorable. I'm freakin' smart. Deceptively handsome. I'm a babe magnet. And I'm a monster. I'm also a remarkable chef, collector of oddly shaped twigs, tiny santas, and tiny cruets. I live with my adoptive human parents Gruntley and Bunny (known to their human friends as Brent and Shari). I grew up in Monsterville, which is in Illinois of course. Through SMAP (Special Monster Adoption Program), I came to live here in Southern California a number of years ago. I have 43 brothers and sisters, many of whom live with me here. Someday soon, we expect to all be reunited at which time we will pretty much take over the house. The story of this blog is simple -- my sparkling wit, unparalleled genius and delightfully whimsical nature are all too precious of gifts not to share with the rest of humanity -- oh, and monsterhood too. Please feel free to read through my blog and leave any comments that you wish (except anything negative or remotely critical). Also, if you have anything really stupid to say, you might as well keep that to yourself too. If you are lucky, I may take the time to write back. Huhrubababubb -- Out!
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Hey Lil' G-spot... Oops I mean Lil' XL-dot... You look awfully faded in this picture. Did Gruntley scrub your color off of you or did you fall in some bleach??
♥J
My icon is laughing at your XL sticker... It is a shame you are a sham and it isn't true. Shouldn't the sticker read X-SM???
I'm not faded. Clearly there was an angelic glow about me while this picture was being taken.
As to the other thing, I think we both know that you know better.
G
Oh, if I only had my Angelina Jolie icon still... Grover, she would be drooling over you! I know it!
Grover, Grover, Grover... Look what you have lowered yourself too. What a sad state you are in. You see, a real monster, who was XL, would never have to post a picture to prove it. And you really should stop going to Neverland and stealing from MJs collection of underware.
Ok, seriously, what the hell furniture is that that Grover is sitting on? Did you guys buy dollhouse furniture just for Grover?! Barbie furniture? I'm cracking up! I know that's a wall in your livingroom so that chair must be yours. Haha!
Grover, size schmize.
Dear MaryMoo,
So what, now I'm not allowed to have furniture to sit on? Did you want me to just sit on the floor like a common housepet?? No, they did not buy me "dollhouse" furniture. I crafted that chair myself from fine mahogany and cedar, using classical furniture making arts handed down through monster generations. My great-great-great-Grandmonster was a cabinet maker for George Washington's monster.
Also, is the word "schmize" yiddish for "very impressive?"
Love,
Lil' G
MaryBeary . . . that's a little chair that I have sitting in my red French bathroom (the one downstairs). I love miniature chairs and actually have two of them in that bathroom. It's just convenient that they happen to be "Grover-sized!" LOL! I usually find his clothes at Target (I'm always looking for little gifts for our niece and nephew and I sometimes see something that will fit Grover). Do you think this means we need to have kids so we have a legitimate excuse to play with Grover?
Please do not listen to Bunny. She's obviously jealous of my craftsman like woodworking skills. If I didn't make that chair, how else could I be sitting on it? Duh.
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