And then, at asscrack:30...

Gretchen and Shawnee have fled (not really..) the S.S. Smelly Cat for the safety of the Savannah Aeropuerto. Flight scheduled to depart at 7:25 am...which means a veeery displeasing wakie wakie for them. It's not that much earlier than when I'd be getting up so I popped up and made the jitter juice.

I miss them already (and the aerobed being in the living room) and have no idea what is going in that space.

Shawnee got some key things fixed around here and while yesterday became a sad and extremely frustrating plumbing nightmare for him, he busted ass right till the end. We capped off the evening by going out to a local seafood joint called Hudson's.

Personally, I think the days of being able to eat seafood are numbered...I know not all seafood is affected by the oil disaster, but I have to think it gotta be an issue.

So like I was saying...
They drove off at about 5 am and as they pulled away I smiled knowing that I had secretly placed all of the used sticky electrode pads from Gretchen's borrowed tens unit all over their rental car.

I love those crazy kids...