Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Are Re-vwarr



So, it appears that I'm headed to Blissdom tomorrow.

It seems so.

It was a very last minute decision and it's a good thing, because I've been a little jittery ever since deciding.

I was on the fence for 2.7 days, but one of my Soul Sisters up and decided to hitch a ride and go visit her sister. A fun traveling companion sealed the deal. I like to call her J Flo. You should try it, too.



It became obvious to me that I should go buy a new wardrobe, new boots, new luggage, get a make-over, get a cackle transplant and find a way to reduce the clawishness of my hands.

I settled for:
* A clearance rack sweater ($15 at Loft!)
* A pair of borrowed boots. (Thanks, Heather!)

That is all.

Take me or leave me.

But please, take me.

You shalt know me by mine cackle.

And the talons.

I have not packed yet. I've been busy casting a city park out of clay, making rootbeer floats, and biting my nails. (Theoretically speaking.)

If you don't hear from me by Sunday, send help.

I know not a single soul in attendance. At least not that I know of. Wouldn't it be a hoot if my High School English teacher turned up at Blissdom? Or better yet, Mr. Davis?

I wouldn't put it past Blissdom. No, I would not.

Thank you for your Massage Therapy suggestions. I've passed them along to Keisha. We loved Urban Knead, but cracked up at its placement in our little ol' podunk hometown. Knead and Mend are top contenders at this point, although I realize only now that I have not consulted Calvin on this critical matter.

By the way, does it annoy you when I post photos which are entirely unrelated to the topic at hand?

Does it annoy you when I take my pre-travel jitters out on you?

On that note, the State of the Union address is queued up and I shall bid you a day.

True Love Always,
Shannanigan