smonster, are you guys coming down to NOLA next weekend?
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
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Looks like the weekend after, the 13th. Tickets not bought yet.
Psst. That's you.
Still, I'll let the man who's poked wires into the aortas take care of the tricky parts.
He's home and sleeping, waking occasionally to ask where his cat is at. I may need to go track down the silly furball so his daddy can sleep easy.
Mr Peabody has apparently mastered jumping over the fence. That was a little more excitement than I needed.
I'm glad he's home safe, Connie.
Great news Connie.
Appropos of nothing: Dear spammer, while there is no chance of my doing anything but deleting your email unread, "Administrator Natalia" is an excellent dominatrix name.
Mr Peabody has apparently mastered jumping over the fence.
Oops. Mr. Peabody! You stay home!
Naughty Mr. P. Frankie has learned to wriggle out of his car harness, as learned when he followed me into Staples today.
Oopsies. Frank, Mr. Peabody... dunno what to say, fellas, but your people love you, so try to stay safe.
Well, I moved today. I'm at the mall using their free wi-fi. But, I have to go home sometime to the tiny apartment that is now appallingly filled with STUFF!
I feel a strong desire to stop on the way to buy chocolate and alchohol!
I have to clear out a space to open the futon so I can sleep. Yay?
I'll see you guys somewhere down the line.
In the meantime, generic ~ma for all in need.
Yay, quester, for surviving your move. May you survive the unpacking as well.