*echoing footsteps*
Must've been some party -- although I notice nobody cranked up the 'ritamatic.
Cassie asked me what I did to celebrate having survived this long (something that never ceases to amaze John -- and anybody else who knows me), but yesterday's power
*thwoomp! -- pappffft!*
hiccups kept me from sticking anything new in Fototime. Until a couple of minutes ago.
Sooo, what sort of excitement marked the preceding day's prestegious Pak event?
I donned the new body armor and -- ummmmmm -- I got a haircut. Okay, technically, I got 'em *all* cut.
At least the body armor John got me fits, even though I'm not wild about the color. Matches my hair, though...
serfs, er, *staff* would demand payment, too!