Flame is excited about Jack, and has told me that he intends to spend the evening watching football with the cat at his side. I really don't have the heart to explain to him that most likely Jack will be hiding under the bed all evening in terror at all the newness. It's been so long since I moved a cat, I can't remember the average time it takes for them to adjust to new surroundings.
I have to remind Flame not to offer Jack beer or spicy chips.
Roni Size Roni Size Roni Size.
I gave myself a haircut, but I am hoping to have Morty work her color magic on me soon. Sometime before the fotolog meetup in Philadelphia, where I will be found hiding in a corner snapping blurry shots of all the revelers.
10:53 a.m. - 2003-09-08
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