"Em. Clo-vis."

"DA-DA!"

Joe = not pleased.

Snerk, to infinity (and beyond).

It's looking like I should be good to pick you folks up at the airport on Thursday.

Cool. Sorry to hear Friday's going ass-up for you though. You can always make the most of Thursday.

(not so secret message for Jessice)

Pssst! Bring a coffee mug; I travel with real coffee, a real melitta drip cone, and all the accoutrements needed for good coffee in the morning, including Starbucks Verona Bold.

Morning party in Deb's and Jessica's room!

Hell yes. I'm bringing the coffee.

Pastry!

Pssst! Bring a coffee mug

Coffee mug, check!

I can bring my own cone, too.

Yeah, wait for that first time you walk into their bathroom and find a used pregnancy kit in the trash.

I would be torn between "oh shit!" and "I can't believe that I raised a child stupid enough to leave that in the trash in the house!!"

Hopefully I can get some of that to adjust, but I may have to bail out on Friday

Oh, pooh. I hope you can make it.

Perkins (and everyone else, but I'm taunting Perkins), I posted the forecast for MSP. Bring layers. Many layers.

Also, will everyone who's coming in please email me at e DOT juliana AT gmail DOT com with their cell phone #s? I'll put them in a doc and have them printed out for peeps when they get here.

Oh, that's easy, juliana. I don't have a cell. I'm the last holdout in North America, I do believe. Well, theat might be slight exaggeration, but not by much.

Snerk, Vortex. But then, my daughter was one of those who told me when she went snooping in my drawers or did anything else stupid she thought I might find out about before she could tell me herself. There is something to be said about the pre-emptive strike when it comes to information mongering.