I have a statue of a squirrel. In fact, I have two. I am not the woman in this photo, nor has CD Rogue ever not gotten beer on a beer run when requested. Of any domestic issue, I can at least thank heavens that wanting to bludgeon him with a squirrel is far down the list. Kind of reminds me of this story, but this time it's a chicken. And there was no blood. At least I don't think so.
Okay, sorry. Maybe this lady needs a makeover? Who doesn't love a makeover?!?!
|Ah, looks like Kellda is going to get her roots touched up...|
On Saturday, I'll be getting a makeover of my own, and a friend is having a reunion of sorts, so I won't be able to make it back by 4 - or I might, I just don't know. Doubtful though. They're not really dragons, these ladies: in that crowd, I am the only one who breathes fire on a regular basis. So here's what I'll do -- when I get home, I'll log on and see what's what. Anything is fun, and anything is awesome, when I hang out with the OLRG.
So squirrels, er…girls…and guys…I'll be around off and on. I should probably tell CD Rogue he might want to hide those squirrels next Christmas Eve though, just to be on the safe side.