Jeans was good. We had a lovely time, much talking of cats. Harvey is interrogating Daniel by walking on him and sticking cold cat nose into his ear. Why yes, Harvey, we did talk about you. Sammie is still snuggled up on my bed.
Daniel laughed at me for having a zillion receipts come tumbling out of my purse as I searched for a picture of the cats to show off. I resisted the urge to point out that in the time it took him to find underwear and socks then get dressed, I hung a load of laundry on the line, changed my mind about the outfit I was wearing, put on the warmer clothes, changed my hair style, and began assembling a wood-and-canvas hamper.
I love meeting Buffistae. It's a wonderful way to spend a Saturday. I highly recommend it to anyone. Except perhaps Fox executives. After the meal, we meandered over to a vintage clothing store. I dearly wish I had more time to spend shopping with y'all. Ellen, I think you were buying a coat while Daniel and I made our farewells, so we did not get to say goodbye to you. I miss you all already. Darn, and that was just a couple hours spent in company with you.