July 26, 2004

Just don't shave the cat

I'm on noon to midnight today, I spent my coffeeing-up time doing research for my final paper for the World's Worst Business Class™ and I need more sleep.

So, make yourself comfy in my comments--there's Killian's Red in the fridge, Sanata on the CD player, and the carpet's been scotch-guarded (in case of Hershey's syrup)...

Posted by Susie at July 26, 2004 11:53 AM

Anywhere there's Killian's I'm there, Sweetness...!

Posted by: Tuning Spork at July 26, 2004 11:04 PM

What's your favorite Santana?

Posted by: Ted at July 27, 2004 06:06 AM

Ted - are you sure she meant Santana? Maybe there's a Santa on her CD player.

Susie - Your carpets are stain resistant? Good, then slip on down to the floor with me and we'll test that theory ;-)

Posted by: Harvey at July 27, 2004 06:45 AM

Killians? Ewwww.... Got any Guiness? :-)

Posted by: Dean Esmay at July 27, 2004 09:02 AM

T.S.--try and save me at least one from that 12-pack!

Ted: Oye Como Va--though Evil Ways and Black Magic Woman apply appeal to me, too...

Harv--my favorite Santa is Father Christmas ;)

Dean, for you, I'll make a liquor run!

Posted by: Susie at July 27, 2004 10:48 AM

That's okay Susie, you can relax, I picked up some Guiness while I was getting the stuff to make Margaritas.

Whew, this floor is slick and the party has barely started!!! Harvey, I thought you used up all the silly string over at Johnny's place...

Posted by: Teresa at July 27, 2004 11:23 AM

I just thought she was the dyslexic devil-worshipper who sold her soul to Santa...


Posted by: J. Fielek at July 28, 2004 05:34 AM

Yes Harvey, she meant Santana. :D I always click Susie's links, because every once in a while she throws in something really dirty. LOL

(imagining the mad scramble through your archives now)

Posted by: Ted at July 28, 2004 06:11 AM

Josh, you could write a story about that--I sold my soul to Santa for Malibu Barbie and Barbie's Dreamhouse....

Posted by: Susie at July 28, 2004 10:54 AM