Joint Post

From Crazy Margie (CM):

Just waddled in from a fabulous "strap on the feedbag" pizza buffet the old pregnant gal and her wonderful hubby treated us to. We are having a blast. The little girls do not want to ever leave. They will stay here for the next year or two and run interference with the orderly household Rena runs down here. Have to check the car twice to make sure no little kitties have been tucked into the crevices (of the car interior). Little ones are very sunburned and look like little farmer hill billies. Having a grand time. The dear old pregnant lady has a lovely large rambling house and we have the posh lower level. We've spread into all corners like the vines that grown everywhere around this area.

The one thing I would complain about is the roads. There is not a straight one to be found and they all have 3 names each. When someone tells you where to go they have to give all 3 names and then they resort to landmarks in the end because even they have no idea where they are going. And not to mention there are 50 different ways to get to this mansion. You think you've learned the way to go and they take you a different route. Just for fun.

I've taken on many many Rena-isms. I need to get out of here quick. But we will miss the family.

From FOPG (fat old pregnant gal):

Lost power tonight for the bajillionth time since we've been here. That is why we had to go out to binge on pizza. They are leaving tomorrow to head home, via the Creation Museum. They are going to send me a picture of them in front of M. Luther posting his thesis on the chuch door (they're Catholics--don't tell Alec).