(...you're not volunteering to plan the OMWF singalong, are you?)
It all sounds awesome, and the hotels are starting to sound very promising (though, really, I'd be happy to go to an F2F in a Motel 6, as long as it was Buffistas).
I think I'm going. I think I'm bringing Matilda. In which case, we may also need to schedule a
Lilo & Stitch
viewing (or sing/surf/hula/punch-buggy-along).
Lilo & Stitch! Lilo & Stitch!
Ooo! We have a swingset! Also, does she like picnics?
Swings and picnics are razzle dazzle!
Lilo & Stitch! Lilo & Stitch!
His destructive programming is taking effect. He will be irresistibly drawn to large cities, where he will back up sewers, reverse street signs, and steal everyone's left shoe.
You don't look like a social worker.
I'm a special classification.
Did you ever kill anyone?
We're getting off the subject.
It's okay, my dog found the chainsaw.
Pudge controls the weather.
"Did Stitch and me get you fired?"
"Nah, the manager's a vampire. He wanted me to join his legion of the undead."
"...I
knew
it!"
"Oh, good! I was hoping to add theft, endangerment, and INSANITY to my list of things I did today!"
"Ha ha! You too?"