I found my thrill

Goodbye cat-scratched sofa. Goodbye rug.

The drink changes, but, still...

Anyway, TS, Rachel, Alison and I met at good old Blueberry Hill.

A tremendous rainstorm blew in out of nowhere.

So we ran inside to eat with the creatures.

TS expects us to believe she "bought" this wallet at a yard sale. Sure, Jessica.

It's Alison's fault. She's a terrible influence.

We went back to Alison's to snip up the photo strips so everyone could have a couple.

Alison has drawn and written all over her walls with washable chalk.