mah werk here iz dun.

thankyoo!

Ow! Caerful wif dat sparklr!

(Dancing around fire…danse…danse…

…(Huh? Did someone say “topless”?)…

OMG! They *are* topl-YE-E-E-0-0-0-W-W-W!!!

Dances back *out* of fire, heads towards lake doing a Johnny Storm impression!

..Does a fair job of it, really…

Topless? In November? TOOOO cold. An - oh deer. woodchuck - *pat pat pat pat* - ur fur was a bit burning there. Iz owt nao.

Annuki haz interesting idea, but purrhaps we shud go bak up and danse with Romeow. Taht luks liek sumting we can do, and then after we can has nice hawt choklit by the bonfire. We can awl gather round and tell teh rest of teh Ghoststories. (Todai, is, afterall, All Soul’s Day.)

Shud bee fun - Johnsson 442 will recover n come bak too, ai am shur. onlyobsessed, du you know sum good Ghost storiees?

I dars u! at Waldo lake in Oregun weez hab mosquitoz da sizez uf jet engines! An de don stop at nigh! Awl nigh long hees da smaken of da bugz onz da tent- an de jus fink Off iz tasti……
went der wunc could not figgir out wai nobuddi at dis purddy lake. den getz outa car….wham! dive bombing monster skeeters!
We aksuhluly got up an lef at 4am because da moster skeeters zo unnebering!

momcat

I don’t remember Elmendorf, because I was little bitty at the time, but that is where I first set foot on American soil (I was born at Yokota AFS). Dad set me down on the ground for a minute, and then we got in another plane and flew on to Offutt AFB. Maybe in breathing the air I inhaled some sort of marker the mosquitos put out, because all my life mosquitos have zeroed in on me. No one else gets bit when I’m around, because all the mosquitos are feasting on me.

Skeeters an awl sorts ob flyinbiteystingy tings lub to nomnomnom me tu. Ai tryd awl teh creems an sprays an stuff an stil tehy nomnomnom me! An Ai gets teh beeg, red, itchy blobs, lyk Ai got meesuls! Onlee ting keep me bite-free is teh 100% Deet - an taht stuff melts plastik!

Eberybuddy lubs to cammp wid mai seester cuz de skeeters lub hur! Den dey nomnom on hur an leeb uses aloan. Dat waey no problums wif skeeters, evun in da mowntins. Pour sis, shee gud sport.

I don’t know about Oregun. but Dartmoor - now that’s where you need a blinking ketteh

Ef u luking foar a nyse hystorkal hoatel in Colorado tu bisit, u kan trie teh Stanley in Wynter Park (ware dey filmded Teh Shyning…an is posably hawnted) oar I here teh Broadmoor in Colorado Springs is shnazzy. Oar, ob corse, teh Brown Palace daowntaown.

I has nebber bisited enny of dem, but dat’s bekoz it semes sillee tu me to paie to slepp in sumbuddy elze’s bed wen myn owne is an hower’s dryv oar less awaie.

dat meanz u an meez (gascat & I) are close! I libs in Louisville.
I fink I might tri wun of yur ides fur aur 24th aniversery (gads! were da timz go!) in febunary. I wuld lik to go obernigh to sum nice place wif no kittins needn hom wurk help, no kiddi frownin up (himz 12 is understandable but tiresom) an naow happi goggi when I wantz to snorgle spoose (goggie finks awl snogeling in da hawse shud includs her!).

fank you!
momcat

Yez, I libs in Denver. Bowt foarty minnits from Louisville.

Howdy, nayber!