Oh! What a swell bash it was! Dr. Zaius entertained with his kooky Charlton Heston imitation. You really must ask him to do it again sometime, it involves playing dead, a crowbar, a shotgun and really cold clammy hands. And Fran and The Cunning Runt staged a Cliff Notes version of Cabaret for us. Ah, life is a cabaret my friends. Poor Kristi Love. I'm sorry to say her hockey mom costume was SO realistic that Dr. von Monkerstein put the hockey stick in a place that made it a pogo stick. Ouch.
Enrique is bringing me a hangover elixir once he tracks down those free range eggs for me. Since the back 40 is really 80 I do hope he finds them quickly.
Once my pumpkin is more like a melon, I'll be back with photos and of course a ginchy prize!!
Love dears. Now be quiet, Auntie Germaine is hung.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
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Can't talk....
.... need asprin....
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... asprin... and bacon....
Hung?
Oh no - are you really a man????
It was well worth it, what a fantabulous night!
holy lard- I walked like an egyptian all the way to egypt.
I simple must right this sec. put you in my reader. I've only gone off that lately and have not been over in far far too long. I've missed, you.
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