Home again, home again...

[telaryn]

And Psycho Ninja Kitty o'Doom (tm crevette) has not left my side for a single second that I've been in my room.

If I'm not actively petting her, she'll rub up against the laptop screen. My poor laptop doesn't need that kind of aggressive affection.

In a totally impulsive move earlier I telephoned harmonyfb to get the jist of what was going on with ginmar's cat. For those who don't know, Gin is stationed in Iraq, and has been told that she has to get rid of a kitten she adopted. I worry a lot about her, and my brain seized on this as a way I could help.

Thank Goddess for Harmony. I'd get myself in so much freakin' trouble without her periodic insertion of practicality. :)

*lays down on bed and on cue, PNKoD climbs on back*

She's been doing this lately every time I return home from a trip. For about twenty four hours, every time I lay down on my bed, she'll climb on me. I guess it's her way of saying she missed me. *g*

Wow. That's a lot of paragraphs without the probably necessary prelude announcing that I'm home. Yep -- we got home about 5pm. It was a remarkably peaceful trip home, even though the pump was bone dry when we left and I had to fix a syringe for Dad to take at lunchtime.

Overall, it was a good weekend. A lot better than I expected it would be. Savannah *is* a wicked-cool city, one of my top five faborite cities ever. My family didn't make me want to tear my hair out -- although my sister *did* have one interesting moment of bad timing.

Saturday morning we bailed on the hotel's farce of a continental breakfast and went to the Atlanta Bread Company. I was riding herd on Amy's and my kids, and the adults were talking. Amy came over and "tagged out" with me, shooing me over for some "adult conversation".

I sat down in time to hear "the Crucifixion scene was gut wrenching".

I immediately got up and sent my sister to take her place back.

The show was wonderful. For those of you who listened to my last phone post from the road, Saturday night's show provided me with some cover in the form of my sixty-some-odd year old crazy aunt. She flipped for the actor playing the pirate king worse than I did -- and as obvious as I felt like I and my hormones were being, she was worse in that "I'm old and I really don't give a shit" way. By all reports when she saw poor 22 year old Brock after the show she grabbed him and informed him she wasn't interested in talking -- he just needed to take her back to her hotel room.

For those who are interested...I don't know how long this link will be good, but here is a shot of my cousin Jeff, Brock, and the woman who played Ruth. Jeff (my cousin) was Frederic -- he's on the left. Brock was the Pirate King.

The picture does *not* do him justice. And it really wasn't necessarily his looks either -- more of a whole package thing.

Yes, I'm totally revising my "10 characters I'd like to fuck" list. The Pirate King can bounce whichever Harrison Ford action hero incarnation I had on the list.

My behavior this weekend does also pretty much clinch that I have NO ROOM WHATSOEVER to twit crevette about her Orlando interest. At least hers is an ICB.

Mine is not only a real flesh and blood human being (and considerably younger than me), but I'm not entirely sure whether I'm in lust with him or the character he played.

Heh. Doesn't really matter for my purposes though, does it? It's not like I'm looking to marry the boy -- just educate him as to the benefits of older women. ;)

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[crevette.livejournal.com]

My behavior this weekend does also pretty much clinch that I have NO ROOM WHATSOEVER to twit crevette about her Orlando interest. At least hers is an ICB.

And really, is that really a better thing? I don't think so.

Go break him in, babe.