Costume choices include a boyscout shirt

You could be the kid from Up, whose name is escaping me.

You could be the kid from Up, whose name is escaping me.

Russell.

Feel better and stay away from reporters, Dana.

Feel better and stay away from open windows, Allyson. Seriously, though, your book is on our mantelpiece and it's a fine bit of work. It's a huge triumph to even finish a book, much less publish it and get it out into the world. In my opinion, it's basically equivalent to finishing your Ph.D. in creative writing. But there's always some let down after you finish.

Allyson, 3 copies of your book are on backorder for me, I hope to get them in time to give to my nephews and my mom, the reading teacher, who will incorporate it into her library (and knowing her, feature it cause BATS!!!)

Dana, here's to hoping that the dr visit is not undone by the work shit.

I also have 3 cat cinnamon rolls. Apparently 65 inside causes this. It also makes me put on socks.

I wish I had recorded Loki's walk tonight (well, the highlights, at least.) The pure joy and CRAZYRUNTREEUP HI STINKY COUCH OUT FOR BULK TRASH OMG BIRD would probably elicit at least a modicum of mood improvement for a moment. As would the passer-by's doubletakes and the ridic of me standing around trying to distract the Loki from a grass patch and just MOVE. And Loki's reaction when neighbor Dorrie emerged from her boy's truck with a fatass tortiecat. He couldn't figure out whether to run to them or from them and the tortie was just confused. What I can't figure out is why when he sees just people, his inclination is to run back to the house, but when he sees people with DOGS, he starts back, but then starts towards them. He has no survival skills. Hence leash and halter.

I feel like I'm neglecting to tell stories of my other cats, but really, you've heard all their firsts before. Devi's still my bitchkitty, with her peculiar wants and trills and thanks to the ass Loki, I don't get her morning cuddles as much as I'd like, but she's much more receptive to them othertimes now, and frankly has mellowed. MK...well, my poor old man sleeps alot. But he's fucking 18 now. At least. With 8 years of diabetes! He's a goddamned miracle cat. Whose coat has bulked up a lot in the past few weeks, cause of the cool inside. I gotta say, it looks good on him.

[link] Cat rolls.

KITTEHS!

So, that was fun! The best part was the photographer, who I wouldn't have gone over to if a family friend didn't make me. He was taking great pictures that they were projecting on a screen right then, so that was cool. So I strike the arms-akimbo pose, and it was totally like being on ANTM, with the photographer telling me how to change my pose! And then a Spock who I didn't know came at me with a chair, so that was awesome. And THEN he said, "Do you want to hold me over your head?" And I said, "Of course I do!" figuring the rest of the sentence was, "But of course that's impossible." But no, he rounded up two other guys to hold him, I got on my knees, and Bob's your uncle. That was fun. And I apparently went to high school with one of the other guys, but we didn't know each other.

So there's that.

Wait, what was the occasion, Jesse?

Wedding celebration Halloween party! (They got married over the summer.) There were many excellent costumes.

Jesse that sounds fun.

Dana, sorry about the shit and the fan meeting yesterday.

Today was packed. A community halloween party where I was the only mom with my twins (it was fun but I am EXHAUSTED). We stopped at McDonalds to use the bathroom, and maybe chicken. But when a worker walked out of the stall, waved at my kids and walked out without washing hands? ummm.. no.

Then we went to Platine to get overpriced, but not really because Groupon, cookies and a pot au creme (NOM). Then Burrell and family for a driveby visit. Home for nap.

After nap we went to Stuntacular which was cheesy, but fun as there were people doing stunts and dressed as superheros.

Changed G's trach, made cheesey garlic bread and am no just relaxing.

A funny thing is that I've been meaning to get together with the groom since I moved back here, and have tried a little, to no avail. The funny part is that (a) my parents have similar experiences with his parents, where it's hard to get them to make plans, but then it's always awesome, and (b) the best-man speech (/equivalent) included a bit about how they are basically reclusive shut-ins, and he and his wife almost regret introducing them! (Due to never seeing them now.) Hee.