Nope, I bet she's typing up this mornings summary.:D :D :D

Gina....you gotta fly... a road trip would take you 5 days one way. I fly everywhere. No driving. Cept for Gina's house....I could be at any of yours in 1 hour. Have flown to OH, RR. 1 hour and 125 bucks round trip. Last time I went to Ginaland....7 hours and 500 bucks. Which is a good price for a plane ticket to CA. On the plane...Mr Cutie, I look like Matthew Mccanahay (yeah, I know, he doesn't care either)...sat with dd and I. Flew into Houston....transfer planes...guess who gets to sit with us again. So, are ya in the mile high club? Wanna be? LOL.

Virginia is mid way....I checked. ;)

LOL!!!! You got something against shopping????

I just love to shop!:p :p

Someone's gotta listen, ya know.

Btw, people have been coming in HERE and talking to ME this AM...that's why I haven't been posting and am 4 pages BEHIND every time I check....

Ooooo, I wanna go to Camp Rosenberry. I got dibs on the top bunk. :D

PS To rr....I never thought you had a deprived childhood with no toys. Only children have everything....I should know....I have one of those. ;)

Just received a cute email

Dog's Diary

7 am - Oh boy! A walk! My favorite!
8 am - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9 am - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
Noon - Oh boy! The yard! My favorite!
2 pm - Oh boy! A car ride! My favorite!
3 pm - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
4 pm - Oh boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
6 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Mom! My favorite!
7 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Dad! My favorite!
8 pm - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9 pm - Oh boy! Tummy rubs on the couch! My favorite!
11pm - Oh boy! Sleeping in my people's bed! My favorite!

Cat's Diary

Day 183 of my captivity ... My captors continue to taunt me with
bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while
I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the
hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction that I get from clawing their
furniture. Tomorrow I will eat another houseplant.

Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while
they were walking almost succeeded - must try this at the top of the
stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repel these vile oppressors, I once
again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair. I must remember
to try this on their bed.

Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable, and to strike fear into their evil hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm, that did not work according to plan....

There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in
solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell
the food. More important, I overheard that my confinement was due to my powers of inducing "allergies." I must learn what this is and how I may use it to my advantage.

I am convinced the other captives are lickspittles and, perhaps,
snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to
return. He is clearly a half-wit. I believe the bird, on the other hand,
to be an informant who speaks with them regularly. I am certain he
reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room,
his safety is assured. But I am patient. I can wait, it is only a matter
of time...

Ya know what happens at camp.. you on the top bunk... you're sleeping your hand falls over, we put it in some water, you wet the bed! :cool:

LOL!!!:) :) :)

LOL!!!!!!!
I so remember that!!!!!!:D :D :D :D

Don't want to be the one on the bottom bunk then either.:eek:

FYI~ This thread is gonna hit 4,000 post today! :D
So much babbling... it's crazy.:rolleyes:

babbling??????
Hey there's a bunch of very important stuff on here!!!:rolleyes: :rolleyes: :rolleyes:

We were sent to9 camp every summer.
Mom and Dad would take off for the summer,
and stick us in camp. I guess it was kind of fun,
but I wouldn't send my kids.

I often think of the " others" who have to notice the count on this thread, and ya know they gotta come see, what goes on here.. ( hence the 10,000 lookey loos) anyhow.. I wonder what goes through their minds,,, " Good God that's the kinda stuff they talk about? :rolleyes: "

Like... flying, camp, old toys, old games, drinking, the weather, pools, shopping, FOOD, recipes, what else have we talked about here.....?

wabbits, don't forget the wabbits. And peeps. And nekkid swimming puppies. No wonder they only looky look.