This whole no-nilly pictures is freaky. If it were mirrors, we could assume vampirism.
JZ, I have spammed you fiercely. I hope you'll forgive. The files should be somewhere in the ether between us.
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: New Orleans! May 20-22, 2005!
This whole no-nilly pictures is freaky. If it were mirrors, we could assume vampirism.
JZ, I have spammed you fiercely. I hope you'll forgive. The files should be somewhere in the ether between us.
I'll have my digital camera at Disneyland.
Monday dinner, there will be picture taking, too.
uh-huh
uh-huh
I am like unto a reliable dog-geyser person. Except when I'm not, but that's not very often.
And surely there will be back-up cameras, right, LAistas?
I'm not a big picture taker, I don't own a camera, I don't think. I sometimes grab those disposable ones for pics. Nilly keeps kicking herself for not taking any with Tim. I keep kicking myself for not reminding her. My memory is good. Now she is curled up on the couch, fast asleep, and I'm a bit wired.
Plans for tomorrow involve sleeping late, going for a walk, and more talking and hanging out.
I may be the most boring hostess, EVAH.
I may be the most boring hostess, EVAH.
More likely you have a fine-tuned intuitive grasp of your guests needs and desires, and graciously provide the time and space for her to acclimate to a foreign country and meeting a gaggle of new people. A scenario, while fun and much looked-forward to, fraught with tension and some apprehension. So, downtime is good.
I am the Jet Lag host. Wee Sleepy Nilly.
And this week's Sabbath host, as well.
Allyson, when you check in, make sure you check your email.