Its alive...
Mood:  silly
...for those anxiously anticipating my next post, relax! You're turning blue in the face and you won't poop right for a week now. Don't cry for me Argentina, I survived the Fall street fair and now its time to brave the holidays. I am not broadcasting live from a satelite location, CasadeMora East, where I'm baby sitting for a week, then next week I will brave new territory when I renew my Honorary Lesbian License and Doggysit Daphne's dogs while She goes home for the holidays. Double bonus! Worry not Diva, Daddy still loves you and is confident that at least your grandmother is taking good care of you. I can't speak for grandpa, for all I know he could be trying to kill you. Just to be safe, I would make sure and pester him as much as possible at night like I'm sure you are doing. That way you will wear down his energy and leave him too exhausted to follow through with a plot to kill you.
To all that still check this sight regularly, Hello. and to all that don't, um, no big loss I guess. It would still be nice of you to at least send money in place of your love and affection. SHESSH!
Oh well, everyday can't be a winner. Take care all.