duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude.
glad to hear yer still around, poly-sci-ing with yer groovy self.
i was in denver a few weeks ago... for about ten seconds. i was coming back from a cruise to alaska, and we had a change of flights mid-way. unfortunately, the first flight was a bit late, so we had to literally run our patineys off to make the next flight to new orleans. they were holding it for us (we had seven in our party), although it was listed as closed and the damn thing was ready for take-off.
you just hafta imagine the visual of me, kath, laden with carryonage, accompanied by the luvly (now 16 year ole) female spawn, beelzebubba... my sis, her new hubby sam, her friend, her friend's spawn, and the new hub's sis, the lot of us hauling ass en masse. i came in second, right behind sam. i was so winded, i almost forgot i was actually getting onto another airplane... well, for a few moments, anyway.
the moral:
planes are fucquin evil.
wait.. that's not it.
the moral:
damn, i gotta quit smokin. again.
anyway, all is well in kathland... i gotta get the angry war womb ripped asunder from my person on the 31st, but that's gonna be a blessing, forsooth. plus, my doc sis is coming to make sure i'm happy-pilled to the gills.