Susan, fabulous. How did I miss that?

I left the shade on my front window open today, and when I came home, the cats were sitting on either side of the window, watching for me.

When I had Lucy outside Deena's house, the neighbor cats sat in the window and glared for about fifteen minutes straight. I don't think they even blinked.

Pardon me, Daniel wasn't lost. I knew right where he was the whole time.

Grumble. Can't be lost when you haven't been someplace.

Okay, I shouldn't have left the map on the kitchen counter, but I knew where I was. Just...not where the street where the group home was located.

Speaking of drinking and European sex (and who cares if it's exactly what we were talking about, let's indulge!), I am both packing and drinking a Seabreeze. (This liquor ain't just going to evaporate out of the apartment. Is it? Because if it is, I'd better drink faster.)

This packing for a backpack stuff? Hard. I keep being tempted to bring things that are cute rather than serviceable. Shoes, I can deal with. I think I'm going to bring my Tevas for just about everything, then a pair of regular old flip-flops. I figure, they can be used for showers or to look sassy if nessecary (Because I'm skanky like that.)

But, must I really say no to one satin cami? If it gets wrinkled enough, it looks like it's supposed to be that way! What if I go to a pub and there is a pretty Irish/Italian/Swiss/French boy? And I can roll up my little khaki skirt until it takes up just about no room at all!

Of course, once there, the real problem with the Irish/Italian/Swiss/French boy is not turning into that girl who flips over the accents. I don't want to be that girl. (I so am.)

Me: Be cool be cool be cool.

Dude: 'Allo.

Me: Let's make out.

t denial

Wasn't lost.

t /denial

Of course not, honey. You knew right where you were, the whole drive.

snerk

Me: Be cool be cool be cool.

Dude: 'Allo.

Me: Let's make out.

That's totally me, with chicks!

Even if they don't have an accent.

Confirmation! The date tomorrow, she is a go. I have suggested a Sri Lankan place for dinner. She will meet me there rather than giving me her address, because the axe murderers like a challenge.

[Hefts axe] "Where is she? ...Gee, I hope nothing's happened to her."

Billytea, you are a very cute axe-murderer. BTW, just what did the axes do to piss you off so badly you had to kill 'em?

Huzzah for billytea!