Spa! So much fun. Or at least having someone pamper me is fun. Not that I haven't been pampered by friends and family for weeks now.

I'm stoked because we have blueberry crumble pie, vanilla ice cream, and whipped cream just waiting to be eaten. AND I don't feel like crap today (knock on wood). YAY! HAPPY!

But right now, lori is giving us a play-by-play of a meercat fight.

Is she watching meercat manor, or just making stuff up?

That's Fourteen comma Gang of, thank yew veddy much.

Which I'm pretty damn sure I wasn't in.

(Though I am a member of the Sooper Seekrit Inactive Active Bitch Cabal[TM], apparently.)

No, Teppy, you were, but only under your nickname.

Hey, that means the Gang of 14 SUCK! Also, no one in Big Bear or Seattle is real.

Damn those Bitches and their inActival Cabality.

"i"s are the halitosis of the digital age

Harumph.

I just got back from visiting a friend recuperating from surgery. It's really a strange feeling realising how much something you did with little effort is appreciated. I mean, I mostly went to visit him because I adore him. But he's been alone and with limited mobility for days now. Poor guy.

Meercat Manor, Lee.

No one in Big Bear cares about the reality of others. Thus, we are the Active Bitch Cabal. But Steph is welcome to ACTIVATE and have pie.

And turkey that was brushed with bacon grease.

Do I get to be an absentee member? I won't eat much turkey.

No one in Big Bear cares about the reality of others. Thus, we are the Active Bitch Cabal. But Steph is welcome to ACTIVATE and have pie.

Damn. Must weigh the pros and cons. Cons = must actually become active; requires some sort of energy expdenditure; am extremely lazy. Pro = PIE!!! Pie pie pie pie pie!!!

Please eat turkey.

I swear I'm going to finish writing this weekend. I swear. In between pies.

Turkey brushed with bacon fat is a damned pretty good idea.

I suddenly crave turkey. Or at least a Marie Callendars where I can get my monthly dose of sodium in one of their turkey lunches.