You sure?
I have Sailaweigh, and she has a salad, and the cats are hiding.
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: Madison, WI from June 20-22 2008! Official website.
You sure?
I have Sailaweigh, and she has a salad, and the cats are hiding.
Perkins, I told Puppycat that Oz was going to love the toy squid (*package said spider , but it looks squid to me) yesterday since she's never so much as looked at it.
So tonight she finally played with it, attacked the heck out of it. Two months after I gave it to her. She remembers Oz! How sweet is that?
Awww.
Does that mean I have to tell Ozzie he's not getting his prezzie?
We're back home. JZ's in bed, Kate's heading towards Emmett's bed. Teppy's in her hotel bed, missing her Cincinnati bed no doubt.
Teppy and I had fun at the airport waiting for Kate. We rode the Monorail. Sang the Monorail song. Speculated about Monorail Amenities like Monorail Stewardesses who served Monorail Cocaine. We decided to start a band called The Monorail Hoors.
We couldn't drink in the regular domestic terminal since all the bars were on the other side of the must-be-a-ticket-holder-security wall. So we went to the International Terminal which was So Much Swankier. They have a Sephora there! And an Aviation Museum. And a big Tiki display which had several of my tiki mugs and two issues of Tiki news that I had contributed to. Also? 500 Years of Swedish Silver. We saw that.
I pounced on Kate while she was busy listening to messages which I had cagily left on her phone. Pete reports that I "scampered" up to them when I got them at the airport. I dispute this categorically. It was more of a gambol.
Does that mean I have to tell Ozzie he's not getting his prezzie?Hell no! Certainly not until after I have left town at least. Cat's got a *serious* right hook.
I will get him a new squid to tear to pieces once I get back home.
Okay, but if you don't, I'm going to have to tell him where you live...
Whew. Finally got caught up. You folks squeed enough in here for me to hear it on the plane, I swear. Made me want to hie straight in here, but I sauntered through the thread so I could enjoy the pictures from the HS and all the lovely banter. So. Many. Foamy. Buffistas! Whoo. I'm nearly dead from it.
Now that I am caught up, I may just have to call it a night and go flop on the airbed that Perkins has set up for me. After all, it's 2:50 am to me. Pussies.
That's blackmail.
That's really effective blackmail.
That's really effective blackmail.
it kind of is, isn't it.
He bruised me through hiking socks. Still ... he's cute.