The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

( My morning )

Suprisingly, I'm feeling remarkably chipper, all things considered.

I must have this coat, or one like it. I must. Melissa can make it, but tracking down an appropriate brocade for her is going to be haaaard. I will, however, continue drooling at it until silverstah posts her Sexiest Pirate Coat EVAH!

Yes, pirate costume for next season is a must.

Anyone interested in buying my thinpaked Trigun discs?

Ha ha ha! Retconning is funny. Sometimes. Apparently, in some alternate universe, my turkey last year was "really, really dry, horribly dry!" Bridezilla said this, of course - despite the fact that she took all of the turkey leftovers with her. My turkey was freaking perfect - she's trying to make herself look better, since she's cooking this year. I mean, you can't make dry meat when you brine it, unless you're doing something terribly wrong.

I'm suddenly very, very relieved that we're not visiting the Dark Den of Bridezilla on Thanksgiving. I'd be forced to respond in kind, and that would just get unpleasant.

Besides, I'm going to be having a mad bake-a-thon in my huge kitchen with my chocolate fondue pot and new pizelle press. It will be fun. I need to make sure that Erik is working, so I have baked goods left at the end. And I have a Nifty Idea that I hope works...*dances*

First against the wall...when the revolution comes.

I'll be forced to do something violent if any of these $!^#$$@% "plot patents" get granted. I'd say more, but I'm trying to refrain from profane language.