Methinks danceswithcats danceswithdanger.
Who wants me to bring coffee? Anyone?
Who all is our birthdays this month? JC, Opal…any others? I need to know who I’m celebrating. 
T-minus 7 hours for you folx who’ll be on time!
A very hyper moi, who celebrated another friend’s birthday last night…and well into this morning… blinkblink
It was also our Matthew’s birthday in January, and he didn’t get a party. Is anyone averse to throwing a couple of more candles on - wait, I’ll bring another cake. Never mind.
Airman’s birthday was January 30th.
Robin
Anyone with hip waders is advised to wear them. You have to cross Lake Anita to get into the house today. Well, it’s better than ice! :eek:
Anyone who needs my phone number should shoot me an email.
Does this mean you’re coming? Please! 
Gonna pack up the car and get on the road (leg 1 of my journey, South Jersey to Baltimore).
Be seein’ y’all shortly!
Sneaky Mommy that I am, Matthew just helped me make his own birthday cake. And he doesn’t have a bloody clue.
Mwahahahaha!
All we’re doing is waiting for Aaron to wake up from his nap so we can feed him, get him bathed and dressed, and on the road.
Robin
Pies just came out of oven. Mmmmm. Pie.
norinew , yes, we will need some coffee to go with this pie.
2:10 PM, and Aureos and I will be on the road sometime between now and 4:00. We’ll get there when we get there, but we’re definitely coming! And bringing La Bomba de las frutas.
It’s roughly 2:45. I’ll be starting my Metro trip in about fifteen minutes.
I’m gonna leave in about 15 minutes to go get beer. Mmm, beer.
I’m off to buy beer as well. Two cases enough? The bf punked out on me, so that’s about as much as I can carry, I think.
Sure, that Ashton Kutcher is a cutie, but he’s got nothin’ on you. How could your bf do such a thing? [/shameless flirt OFF]
On to our ETA update…tdc is rinsing off the hard-earned eau de construction worker, and then we’re on the road. See y’all round 6:30-7 p.m. Save some fun for us. 
Ahh, good to not stink anymore. Well…except for my shoes which reeek of moi’s perfume, which broke in the bag. Still, there are worse things. We’ll be on the road directly.
NOOOOOOOO!!!
Here I am, back in my humble dorm room, and I forgot my pot/towel for the food I brought!
Is anyone going to be around tomorrow in the early afternoon for me to pick it up?
Golly. I’m so embarassed. :o
Soupy, shoot me an email and I’ll give you my phone. We can get your “pot” back to you somehow.
:throwing caution to the wind, AnitaVacation gives the keyboard to the crazy MADs:
ultrafilter says moo.
Airman Doors wants to know when Olentzero is going to lead the proletariat in an overthrowing of the capitalists. Probably after he’s finished oppressing the Hungarians and Czechs, methinks.
MsRobyn is laughing her ass off listening to danceswithcats and Olentzero swap stories of the dumbness of Pennsylvanians with respect to fire. Her opinion of Pennsylvanians’ collective intelligence isn’t as high as it once was, and it was never that high to begin with.
OpalCat is a doodie head. (sez OpalCat)
danceswithcats wonders why Anita Vacation opens her home to this bunch of drunken miscreants. Then again, some of us bring pie.
Olentzero is a drunken miscreant currently having the nape of his neck iced down by Aureos. She is an evil bitch.
Aureos: I am sweet innocent and pure, contrary to what the drunken sots say! Especially helium sucking, drinking sots (seen above)
GingerOfTheNorth: Anita’s neighbour is drunk and has given my son Critter-Bug a guitar and stand. As a matter of fact, one of my fellow choiristers has shown him a couple of chords tonight. I expect that I will learn to hate both the neighbour and the choirister within a matter of days. Brian the not-a-doper is sitting here, and giggling at everything I say. Gefilte-fuck would be a good name for a band, says MsRobyn. There is a hue and cry at such a suggestion. Including a punk version of Hava Nagila! Olentzero (the red bastard) figures that it would rule the universe.
It is way too late. I’m tired. I have to sing nasty Episcopalian music in about 9 hours. Hell.
There’s a punk “Dreidel” song being sung behind me. Shitfuckdamn.