The Belinda discussion made my morning at work (and explains all the posts).

The pictures of Belinda's relatives? NSM.

I feel I need to clarify. *I* was not torturing anyone with Belinda. Kelly and Nicole were torturing me. I was trying to mind my own business but no. When Kelly had her climbing on my back in the kitchen, I flailed, and Belinda smashed her face in. Nicole's DH performed reconstructive surgery to make her "all better".

Nicole even pulled her out at her reception. Everyone wondered why I suddenly turned my back when I heard the bell. And then they understood.

Nicole even pulled her out at her reception. Everyone wondered why I suddenly turned my back when I heard the bell. And then they understood.

Belinda is definitely with the right Buffista.

The rest of you, sick and evil and I love you to bits.

Owen hasn't been hooking up laptops that I know of. He has been lamenting the lack of his own, though. He'll probably get a netbook for Christmas just so I can get a moment's peace when I'm trying to write.

Minor corrections to the saga of Belinda:

It wasn't Hec who paid to send her to Nicole, it was me. In this endeavor I was assisted by Perkins, who kindly/evilly provided me with Nicole's address after she had unwisely expressed the opinion in some thread or other that The Thing would be an awesome guest bedroom accessory.

When I showed up at a localista spa day with both Matilda and The Thing in tow, the localistas were all aghast. Then we went around the corner to the postal shop, and they were all gleeful. I can't even remember how many people were following her tracking number as she slithered her way through the system to Nicole's doorstep.

Also, having spent an insomniac night parsing out the exact components of her creepiness, I've come to the conclusion that a big chunk of it is the fact that she's so very catty. Her sibling/minions are almost all in poses suggesting that actually they're little baby dolls dressed up in kitty or teddy bear or zebra outfits -- Belinda is stubbornly and undeniably a cat with a human face.

If I were Clovis, I'd be hard at work on the no-compete contract but I'd also have a Plan B in a lockbox somewhere. Clovis is much too smart to just blindly trust in Belinda's good faith. That bunny's no idiot; he's been around the block, and he knows a fellow contender for world domination when he sees one.

I, for one, would far rather welcome our fanged bunny overlord. You know, personally.

I think I am glad I never saw Belinda in person. My lord!

At some point last night I got up to take more ibuprofen. Then I read 100+ Belinda posts. I laughed 'til I cried

I stayed home today. I thought about going out for breakfast, but it seems best I sit still as much as possible. Guess I'll get caught up on Season 1 of Dr. Who....

We're on the road to Atlanta for fencing nationals, and I'd like to state for the record that the stretch between Greensboro and Charlotte is so dull it should be ceded to South Carolina immediately. And as such, IT IS TOO FUCKING MIDDLE OF NOWHERE for this random traffic jam. Is Belinda conspiring with Tino or something?

(Also, I will make obscene gestures at Tino as we go by the appropriate exit in a couple of hours for anyone who needs it.)

Glad you are safe, tommy! Hooray for helmets. Sounds like you were doing an homage to the last couple of days of the Tour!

I'm sitting in the waiting room waiting for Bob's takedown surgery to be over (report from the OR is that it's going well). To distract myself I'm looking for silver shoes for wedding i'm going to this weekend. I need help deciding which to buy. Flats:

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Or wedges?

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To go with this dress:

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lisah, I like the first wedges best. Much ~ma to Bob.