The thrust of out vacation this year is the Mensa Annual Gathering in Pittsburgh. If you don’t know what a Mensa AG is, think Smartie Party. Emphasis on the Party. There are a variety of talks and activities planned, and lots of snacks, and I am really REALLY looking forward to a few of the talks. Tony will be playing trivia. Then we will have some snacks. Amy is taking over the puzzle room. And then we’ll get a nosh. I’ve got a Mexican Train Dominoes tournament Friday night, and there will something to snack on, and, Lynn is taking in some Science and Robotics lectures and Bambi is meeting a lot of old friends over some snacks.
The kids, however, are driving me BONKERS. Elly would have a fine time at the kids activities if I could just dump Saralyn off somewhere. By the way, I’ve changed Saralyn’s name to Screamy McFussypants. She got us kicked out of the Kids room in less than 5 minutes. Brat. So now Eleanor is fussing because we are stuck in the hotel room while I quarantine The Screamer.
Saralyn made the drive up here a living hell.
I’m tired of getting kicked out of libraries and events.
She’s a pain the rutabagas at every opportunity – and that’s no lie.
Bambi got to put her dogs in a kennel for 50 bucks a day. I’m thinking about running down the street to AnthroCon and borrowing a few ears and a tail and dropping Screamy at the nearest kennel till Sunday.
Oh, yes. The Furries are in Pittsburgh, too. They make the Mensa folks look CLASSY.
I am having a nice time, but, the babies are wearing on me. And don’t say I’ll miss this some day, or they will grow up before you know it. I need to hear that right now like I need a set of implanted whiskers and a dog collar.
