Wednesday, July 13, 2005

Alert Level: Red

If you ever happen to see Trish coming at you, and her hands are positioned like so, you should probably just turn and run in the other direction. Don't say I didn't warn you.

The tour company she had hired to take us around the other day was so not on the ball, they weren't even in the vicinity of a ball. In fact, there was no ball. Now, the Mr. likes to send me in to do some yelling when we're getting the runaround, but I'm just a pale imitation of Trish. She'll be all over you until you beg for sweet mercy and give her what she wants, which is exactly what's going to happen sometime this week after they're all unpacked from their trip and ready to start making some phone calls. Look out!