Maybe we can convince ClogMod to let us borrow her? Dammit, I deserve visitation rights!
Sniff, have I told everyone how much I love that little squealer?
Coldie or Poofy? 
Sorry, that just came on, and reminded me of Bethie.
I had to share.
That’s all.
Both. They’re both so cute and huggable. Although, I gotta say I love Poofy just an eensy bit more…you know, she’s brought so much love and happiness into my life. 
Yes, but which one is the better squealer?
You two are really starting to scare me.
Hey!
Fun as it is to listen to the two of you gabbing this Palm frond is getting heavy you know. You ladies cool enough yet?
'sides I need to go warn East Tennessee.
Any chance of a 15 minute break ?
Take 5, my good man. But stay close by–I may need you!
5 ?
Why I oughta…
Still you did say you need me. Sigh !
Rats. I always miss the good stuff.
(((((Beth)))))
Congrats, my dear friend. Someday, you, Scotti and I shall meet, steal Euty’s wallet, and build us a real craft room…
That shouldn’t be too hard–I’m sure we can think of some way to distract him!
You didn’t miss this–it’s a rather small party and since I’m always here when no one else is and I’m usually bored, it could stumble and crawl along for days!
Damn. My sheets are plaid. Can I wear a plaid toga? Or is that passe?
Happy 3000 evilbeth!
Are you kidding? Plaid is our preferred color/pattern for togas! This will be a Scottish toga party!
Don’t tell Poofy, but I’m going to have to say Coldy.
Hehehe. I’m always here Bethie! And in honor of the, what 3rd day of your post party, I’ve put on T’Pau
Give a little bit of heart and soul!
Ugh. Give me a sec, I gots a hangover. I blame Ireland.
Me too. Always.
Something in the moonlight catches my eye…
Oh, those Irish, always plotting and scheming against me. Their powers are strong, tis true, but whatever they dish out, I can take.
Even this hangover.
Which is all their fault.
The shadow of a lover goes dancing by…
I’m blaming my sleepiness on the damn Irish too. No reason, really. I’m just going to do it.
(Isn’t T’Pau over yet? You know she (that redheaded woman who sang) just released a new album a couple years ago, don’t you? She re-made that song!)
And I blame mad Ireland for hurting Yeats into poetry!
Speaking of, have you seen your bitch around lately? I better call and make sure he’s not in a sewer with a whore.
Heheh, they say “who-er” in Ireland.
And T’Pau is over, now it’s The Talking Heads
Speak up
I can’t hear you
Here on this mountain top
Oh oh oh
I got some wild, wild life
I got some news to tell you
Wo oh oh
About some wild, wild life
And why on earth did she remake her own damn song? I don’t get it!
Them Irish shore do talk funny!
Um…because no one else would?
Find Twisty–he didn’t grovel near enough when he had the chance. Now he must be punished!
Puzzling evidence.