Whenever anyone is sitting on the fence about coming I always ask them to consider how long it'll take them to repay the cost of the trip back into savings versus how long they will rue missing the event and not having all those F2F memories.
That usually makes the decision pretty clear.
I'm 43. I can outrun any of you damn 40 year olds.
Especially if being chased with a kitty or a bunny or some other lethal form of cuteness.
Especially if being chased with a kitty or a bunny or some other lethal form of cuteness.
Or trying to keep me out of a thrift store.
EVERYONE, COME TO THE F2F. DO NOT DISOBEY ME OR CLOVIS.
t turns on hypno-ray
I am way over the limit.
I have no money. I have FF miles. I haven't decided what the hell I'm doing.
FF miles! Come to us! COME TO US!!!!
With me it's going to depend on the work situation and whether or not I need to dip into my tax refund for month-to-month expenses.
am going to the f2f. hail clovis. i am going to the f2f. hail clovis. i am going to the f2f. hail clovis. i am going to the f2f. hail clovis. i am going to the f2f. hail clovis. i am going to the f2f. hail clovis. i am going to the f2f. hail clovis. i am going to the f2f. hail clovis.
There is apparently at least one bar in town we can get Fernet at. In my 'hood.
I've heard good things about the food at that place. The StuntHusband has raved about them.
Dang, I'm 41 - guess I'm over the limit.
I'm with Suzi. Which totally rocks. And, I may be at the F2F if I get a job before then. If not, I need to save my drachmas.