My pirate name is: Mad Jenny Flint
Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. Like the rock flint, you're hard and sharp. But, also like flint, you're easily chipped, and sparky.    Arr!
I'm sparky?  Yeah, I guess I am.  Now I'm off to try and put a dent into my to do list without collapsing into a heap of pained muscles left over from carrying around one wiggly and flailing Alex on Wednesday...I think I pulled everything from my hair to my toenails.  But when I come downstairs and hear her tail thumping in the crate...what sore muscles??  I love that old girl...
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