And it goes on and on, my friend

Yesterday, I cleaned my room and finally got the desk moved in and took down a bunch of old stuff from the walls. Everything feels so full of possibility now!

But what I really want to do is this. So, a few years ago, I had some pictures left on a disposable camera, so I set up my Lamb Chop puppets in various poses and took pictures. I had "Lamb Chops tea party," "Lamb Chops play marbles," and "Lamb Chops enjoy cards and brandy." I nearly die every time I find those pictures.

I'm inspired to do more. Here are my ideas so far:
-Lamb Chops host a foreign exchange student (guest appearance by that monkey stuffed animal that's in my room, though I don't know where he came from)
-Lamb Chops at the beach
-Lamb Chops climb trees (I was desperate to think of ones where I could get them outside)
-Lamb Chops conga line
-Lamb Chops in the kitchen
-Lamb Chops play hide and seek (Imagine them peeking out from hiding places!)
-Lamb Chops story time
-Lamb Chops play football (Football Lamb Chop running with the rest of the Lamb Chops strewn in her wake)

I suppose these sound a lot funnier to me because I know what my Lamb Chop puppets look like, and they look like someone dragged them around everywhere for years. Don't look at me.

Plus, now I'm remembering the story I wrote in second grade called "Football Lamb Chop." Lamb Chop was a member of the Minnesota Vikings, and I was their coach. They were going to the Superbowl. The story started with me practicing with Lamb Chop, demonstrating that I could use the terminology "touchdown," making me legit. Then, come the day of the Superbowl, I, their coach, had to stay home, home from Superbowl, because it was Lamb Chop's birthday and I needed to make a cake for the party. Feminism. So I sent Lamb Chop off in the toy car and gave her a dollar so she could get a can of pop at the vending machine after the game. A few hours later, when I saw Lamb Chop coming back down the hill in her toy car, tossing the last few drops of her pop heroically in the air, I knew they had won the Superbowl.

For serious.

Oh, and as I recall, there was a little side story about us playing Monopoly, and another about Lamb Chop watching TV and dragging a bag of potatoes onto the couch so I would think she turned into a couch potato. It made for gripping fiction. And can you imagine my illustrations?