Thanks, Perkins. I really do feel amazingly lucky in a lot, lot of ways.
I personally promise to give you footrubs and shoulder rubs and arm and hand rubs until you need a drool bib.
I need a drool bib just from reading that. My plotting and planning to get to SF continues. It is my fondest travel and being with people wish for 2006.
Go home soon, Chikat. Just not right.
Sail - whee! That's a store I'll need visit for sure. And your family of sweethearts makes me smile.
ETA: Arrr backatcha, brenda, matey.
And yay, Jilli.
Sail, that's so cool!
Jen, I hope you can come to the F2F. And yes, you need to go to the pirate store.
{{vw}} Gentle hugs, b/c you should be sleeping.
::admires Jilli's svelte shape in her new t-shirt::
Jen, I hope I get to meet you at the F2F
Hey, Sparky, on Monday we have a new associate starting with us who is moving here from NZ. Maybe I can ask him questions about the leal community there for you.
Silly lawyer. He's probably moving here because he wants to make money or something. Wait until he sees the traffic to get to Tahoe. A number of NZ-ers who'd gone skiing in Tahoe told us how amazing it was to ski among the trees. NZ has no trees above 3000 ft, apparently.
My NZ cousin, upon my telling her that I had an interview, "You'll do fine. Tell 'em how much you love the Queen and let us know when to pick you up at the airport."
just. two. points. short. on the NZ immigration ranking.
Argh.
Envious.
Three cheers for JenPirate!
There was some other stuff I meant to say, and it being midnight, I can't remember anymore.
Ahhhhhhrrrrggh.
The yowling kitty is female. Not obviously spayed but I can barely find the scars on my cats so this is not a scientific observation. Well-fed and quite friendly. Black calico. Very pretty. And darling but for the yowling outside.
But no tag on the damn collar.... Grrr.
I'm not taking in another cat because two is really more than I am suited for. I am really really not. I swear. I think.
You could maybe take it in for a few days, and ring the local pounds and police stations so that if the owner does call looking for it, they'll know that she's safe and where she can be found?
I actually just tried to take her in, because I am a sucker. With no tag (and I couldn't feel a chip but they might be wee) I don't know how to find her home. The bringing in here didn't go so well. Poor kittie. She's out on the (well-fed) street.
If this goes beyond another day of so, she'll be trapped well and I will hope to find her family....
Why is it that at four AM one finds oneself undecided about the meaning of pop lyrics you really haven't thought about in years?
On my way home tonight I heard "Me and Julio down by the schoolyard" on the oldies station, and now I've woken up earwormed.
I also realized that when I was a kid I never really cared exactly what him and Julio were doing down by the schoolyard....
