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From: x_crowdofone@yahoo.com
Subject: I knew I forgot to pack something.
Forgot to ask Doc McCoy for one of his little get-the-journals-from-somewhere-else doohickeys. Could just ask Kitty how she does it, but that would entail going downstairs and braving a roomful of aunts, Mom, and Grandma. I'm actually on my way out the door right now--me, my dad, my uncles, and all my male cousins old enough to recognize danger when they smell it on the breeze are going fishing, as all wise men do in the face of a hen party.
Danger, if you're curious, smells like my grandma's strawberry coffee cake, which is actually really good when it isn't being used as a weapon of terror against everything with a Y chromosome. And yeah, Lorna, I have the recipe here. :) Grandma says she'll be really interested to hear what somebody with real chef training can do with it, and if you think of anything cool you're supposed to tell me, and I'm supposed to tell her, and dire things will befall if there's a communications breakdown anywhere in the middle. I pointed out that I was the only one in the middle. She gave me a Look. So first thing when I get back I'm giving you the recipe.
So yeah, Kitty has pretty much been taken under the collective wing of my female relatives. Looked a little wild-eyed at the prospect, but she's doing fine, and I'm bending the guy code a little bit and hiding a dupe back here in case the party breaks up early and she wants to do stuff. I just hope they don't find me. Because that would be bad. There would be fetching, and errands, and refilling of tea, and an entire lifetime's worth of the most embarrassing stories I've ever starred in, and, y'know, I wouldn't want to put Kitty through that kind of ordeal, watching me go through all of that. It'd be bad for her, I'm pretty sure.
Having her here is just . . . god, lonely summer with annoying parents or not, whatever they put in the air in Chicago, I think she's getting prettier. If that's possible. Which I guess it is. I don't wanna give her back Monday morning.
Hope everything's going OK back there (and in Colorado) and nobody's blown anything up permanently or anything. Say hi to everybody from Kitty and me, and have a good Fourth of July--oh, hey, it's Miles's first one, isn't it? Man, I almost wish I'd tried leaving a dupe there. You have to let him play with a sparkler or some firecrackers, Alison, it's his first Fourth of July and that's a rule. Miles, if you're reading this, it's a rule, bug her about it. ;) Artie, if he's not, make sure you tell him, and grab some for yourself. Just be careful not to blow yourselves up, I kinda wanna keep you guys around.
Uncle Jesse's doing the Gandalf thing here, like usual, and he's being really conspiratorial about his car trunk so I figure he's got some nifty things that go boom in there. I'll try to remember to take pictures, but if they end up being of Kitty with maybe some firework in the corner, don't blame me, she's the adorable one.
See you guys in a couple of days. :)
From: x_crowdofone@yahoo.com
Subject: I knew I forgot to pack something.
Forgot to ask Doc McCoy for one of his little get-the-journals-from-somewhere-else doohickeys. Could just ask Kitty how she does it, but that would entail going downstairs and braving a roomful of aunts, Mom, and Grandma. I'm actually on my way out the door right now--me, my dad, my uncles, and all my male cousins old enough to recognize danger when they smell it on the breeze are going fishing, as all wise men do in the face of a hen party.
Danger, if you're curious, smells like my grandma's strawberry coffee cake, which is actually really good when it isn't being used as a weapon of terror against everything with a Y chromosome. And yeah, Lorna, I have the recipe here. :) Grandma says she'll be really interested to hear what somebody with real chef training can do with it, and if you think of anything cool you're supposed to tell me, and I'm supposed to tell her, and dire things will befall if there's a communications breakdown anywhere in the middle. I pointed out that I was the only one in the middle. She gave me a Look. So first thing when I get back I'm giving you the recipe.
So yeah, Kitty has pretty much been taken under the collective wing of my female relatives. Looked a little wild-eyed at the prospect, but she's doing fine, and I'm bending the guy code a little bit and hiding a dupe back here in case the party breaks up early and she wants to do stuff. I just hope they don't find me. Because that would be bad. There would be fetching, and errands, and refilling of tea, and an entire lifetime's worth of the most embarrassing stories I've ever starred in, and, y'know, I wouldn't want to put Kitty through that kind of ordeal, watching me go through all of that. It'd be bad for her, I'm pretty sure.
Having her here is just . . . god, lonely summer with annoying parents or not, whatever they put in the air in Chicago, I think she's getting prettier. If that's possible. Which I guess it is. I don't wanna give her back Monday morning.
Hope everything's going OK back there (and in Colorado) and nobody's blown anything up permanently or anything. Say hi to everybody from Kitty and me, and have a good Fourth of July--oh, hey, it's Miles's first one, isn't it? Man, I almost wish I'd tried leaving a dupe there. You have to let him play with a sparkler or some firecrackers, Alison, it's his first Fourth of July and that's a rule. Miles, if you're reading this, it's a rule, bug her about it. ;) Artie, if he's not, make sure you tell him, and grab some for yourself. Just be careful not to blow yourselves up, I kinda wanna keep you guys around.
Uncle Jesse's doing the Gandalf thing here, like usual, and he's being really conspiratorial about his car trunk so I figure he's got some nifty things that go boom in there. I'll try to remember to take pictures, but if they end up being of Kitty with maybe some firework in the corner, don't blame me, she's the adorable one.
See you guys in a couple of days. :)
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Date: 2004-07-04 05:02 am (UTC)From: x_crowdofone@yahoo.com
Subject: Re: I knew I forgot to pack something.
Sounds like a plan to me. Can we run faster than she can throw flatware?
You know what would be really cool, except I bet Mr. Summers wouldn't let you do it in a million years? The X-Jet has stealth doohickeys, right? I mean, it's based off an SR-71 Blackbird, I know that much, Mom still has the fangirl fit if she gets reminded about when it landed on our lawn (you can take the brat out of the Air Force . . .)
Anyway. What would be cool is, fire up the stealth doohickeys, and then fly through the fireworks display. I mean, how cool must that look from the inside, assuming you don't accidentally get shot down by one of them or something?
You and my mom get along way too well. I'm just saying.
And, well, it all goes back to my Grandpa Madrox's wake. This was before we added on to the house, so it still just had the one bathroom. And some six-year-old who shall remain nameless decided to commemmorate his beloved grandfather's passing in a way the old guy would've laughed himself sick over, and switched the platter of chocolate chip cookies for ones made with chocolate Ex-Lax. Still gets talked about at every family reunion. :)