Cry Havoc and Let Loose the Dogs of War! YIPEEE!!!!

GULF WARS (March 11-18, 2007 - tell your friends) is now mere DAYS, dare we say HOURS away and to describe Yours Truly as "giddy" would be to describe the Blitzkrieg as an enthusiastic display of German tourism. We have not been able to make Gulf Wars in FOUR LONG, DREARY, FRUSTRATING YEARS and, as you can no doubt glean from my subtlety, WE are SLIGHTLY excited about going back.

To that end, we have made Garb for ourselves (thanks again sheepy loveyameanit); cleaned armor and weaponry; coordinated Bling to aforementioned Garb; obtained transport to/from AND own half a hotel room for the duration. I may like to PLAY in the mud, but I WILL be sleeping on a box spring ;)

I cannot work, I can barely sterilize the HOUSE, I am so ready to GO! I am longer even technically HUMAN - I have, rather, become a Golden Retriever puppy, head hanging out the car window, panting madly and incessantly, "ARE WE THERE YET ARE WE THERE YET ARE WE TEHRE YET????" at all and sundry.

Y.T.'s patient legal assistant wishes I would physically go home NOW, as I mentally checked out of my job this past Monday. My BOSS no longer asks me any questions more complicated than a reasonably intelligent first grader could answer. I appear to have difficulty responding to my birth name.

WAR WAR WAR WAR WAR! YAY YAY YAY YAY!!!!

I get there Friday night, spend Saturday ironing, recovering, shopping. The Sheep and T brigade, et. al. begin arriving Saturday evening and so the Madness Begins to Ensue. By the time poor beleaguerd N.B. shows up Monday, I may just be too giddy to even poke him much.


So, I am now off to fake the part of a responsible professional and parent for another 36 hours. THEN all bets are OFF!!!

Much hugs,
Alysoun