The Fantastic Fill Friday
After last week’s unprecedented and disasterous encounter with the sun, Pullabaloney Fill fully anticipated his services would no longer be required.
But thanks to the faithful Michelle, who is wondering if she will get her I600 approval yet this month, (and has apparently decided to password protect her blog) Mr. Fill has had a chance this week to redeem himself (though, really, he can’t control the weather, he can’t!).
Anyway, it is back to a Care Bears and kittens week at chez Phullabaloney, and if Mr. Fill were a Magic 8 Ball, he’d being saying to Michelle, “Outlook good!”
As it is, he is saying something entirely different which, while jubilant, joyful, and celebratory, is completely inappropriate for publication on the blog (or anywhere else).
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt could use some help painting, staining, scrubbing, etc.



Ok, can’t remember the protocol for submitting a question to Phullabaloney Fill, but here it is: are we going to deliver a boy? Or will we get pigtails?