Monday

Wow, I can hardly believe it.  Even I forgot to go to the Auction House this past weekend to bid on items.  I suck!  Oh well, there’s always next week…

According to the Bulletin Board, this upcoming weekend is going to be a busy one!  We have a Fishing Tourney AND a Flea Market coming up.  How thrilling!  LOL

An empty lamp!

An empty lamp!

OH HO!  I just was watering plants as normal, when I stumbled over a shiny gold thing on the ground.  An empty lamp!  Guess I’m going to be on the lookout for Wisp tonight!

I decided to go to the city and see if there was anything cool to do there.  I checked the Auction House, nobody else had displayed anything for me to bid on anyway.  😦  I wish more of my friends used this stupid thing, so it could actually be fun lol!

GASP!  Gracie is in her store AGAIN.  Why is she there like all week?  How weird.  Well, I was wearing a horrible mixture of a Pirate coat and Midna’s Mask so I high-tailed it back to the Auction House so I could access my checkroom, and get an outfit that matches!  Since it’s cloudy in the city there’s no Kicks, so I had to make sure I had something that already matches the black dress shoes I have.  Tux and top hat it is, then!

Back to Gracie.  I wonder, will she actually evaluate me this time, or will it be more crying that people have no fashion sense?  Uh oh, she’s sighing again…

Excuuuuse me, It Girl

Excuuuuse me, "It Girl"

Total sigh…  (What’s the matter?)  Sigh…  Honey, I told you.  It’s nothing.  Not even a little thing.  OK fine!  Everything!  It’s all so horrible!  It isn’t easy being the It Girl.  For one, my young assistant, Labelle, is a mess.  The poor thing lost yet another contest, and she’s been down on herself ever since.  If you ask me–and isn’t everyone–she’s going about it the wrong way, honey.  Let’s face it.  How can you expect to create ferocious runway designs when you doubt your own divaness?  It’s not like great designers are made overnight.  It takes blood, sweat, and imported silk to get there!  Why can’t the poor girl get that fact through her head?  

What is Gracie babbling about?  Contest?  I’m lost.

You again?  What is it?  Listen, I woke up on the wrong side of the catwalk today, honey.  Let me make this clear as crystal, sugar.  I need some “me” time.  Alone!

OK fine!

OK fine!

I think Ed, who just happened to be in the store, was eavesdropping.  Then I did the only logical thing, which is to go confront Labelle about all this.

Sigh…  (You don’t look well.)  …Oh!  I’m sorry.  You know how I get.  Lately, things just haven’t been going so well.  And I just start wondering, “What am I doing working here anyway?”  See, I had a big fight with my sisters a while ago, and I ended up leaving home.  The fight was so bad that I can’t even pop in from time to time to see how they are…  Whenever I go through hard times now, I always remember my little sister’s face.  She was so young…  Oh, dear!  I’m so sorry for prattling on like that…  If my boss caught me, I’d NEVER hear the end of it.  I’m sorry.  I hope you’ll understand, but I really need to get back to work.  

 

Come back home, Label!

Come back home, Label!

Hmm.  Sooo… does that mean Labelle secretly wants to move back home?  I don’t know what’s going on anymore!!!

To clear my head of all this, I went to the Marquee.  But I only watched a show called Sadness.  Just sticking with the mood of the week, apparently…  LOL it’s a cute emotion though.

Poor Broccolo is sick!

Poor Broccolo is sick!

Later on, Vella came by with a bunch of new clothes.  Thank you Vella!  

Woo frog costume and Kappn suit!

Woo frog costume and Kapp'n suit!

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