So Mari dropped by (that’s why she called, see?) to see how I was getting along with this ‘thon thingie. That, and to see bunnies. And hold bunnies. And have bunnies claw her. And gasp as bunnies leaped off of her. And wish she could take a bunny home with her. And call Doug to ask if she could have a bunny. (He said no.)
She also tried playing a bit of Age of Mythology (you thought I was the one playing, didn’t you?) to see what kind of game Geoffrey’s been raving about all this time. She wasn’t impressed. Too much scrolling and what-not.
For additional fun, she put combs and crimpy-things in my hair. (Neat trick given my hair, wouldn’t you say?) She’s getting into the hair-braiding thing, and spent part of her time organizing some of her newly-acquired supplies.
As she was at the point of deciding to go grab some grub and head over to Lil’ and Geoffrey’s… she found that she’d locked her keys in her car. After setting a world record for jimmying her car door with a bent coat-hanger, she finally jetted off for her next rendezvous.
Thanks for stopping by, Mari! It’s never dull with you around… and we wouldn’t have it any other way.