Rain and Travel and Stuff

*whew* Talking about harrowing travel. I’ve been going back and forth between Utah and MasterChewSits, and the weather has been terrible. And AirFiona doesn’t exactly have the latest and greatest high-tech navigation instruments.


Actually, AirFiona’s amenities are a bit, ah, sparse. I mean, the in-flight movies all star Will Ferrell. *sheesh*

Anyhoo, because of the weather, I’d had to fly directly to and from MasterChewSits without stopping at any of the Bad Sport contestants’ houses to sample the contents of their fridges um, I mean, to verify their stories of bad-sport-ed-ness. But if the weather cooperates, I’ll be raiding your fridges making site visits this week.

In the meantime, I have had my annual vet appointment, and I’m disgustingly healthy. I’ve also been practicing my bitey-face moves, so when Dexter and I next get a chance to play bitey-face, I’ll be ready.


And I got in some quality Frisbee time, too.


We had a minor anti-gravity incident, as well. :-)

Heehee.

Oh, and I mentioned it rained, right? Mom got the clever idea of putting us in coats so we could go play in the rain and not come back in looking like drowned rats.

That worked for me.


Not so much for Abby. She sulked and refused to move until Mom took her coat off. What a doofus! There were Frisbees to be chased. And yet she stood there. Weirdo.


I’m not 100% sure about this twin look, though.


I think it’s a genetic flaw. Apparently Granny used to dress my uncles (Mom’s brothers) in the exact same outfits, so whenever one got lost (like when my older uncle escaped the 'organized family fun' got lost at Paddington Station in London) Granny could just go to the nearest security person and point at my other uncle and say, “He looks just like him.” Apparently my uncles were not amused by this.

The coats were really nifty, but I’m not sure about being dressed like my sister. And we came in looking like drowned rats anyway.


Anyhoo, we’ve had terrible weather the last few days; rain, sleet, hail, wind. Our snow got really soft, and a few times Mom sunk in to the snow past her knees (snow that had been previously packed down firmly) and muttered a bunch of HBO words. It was better today, and it sounds like we might get a “real” storm (with snow) tomorrow. Which would be a good thing, because Mom and Dad didn’t ski the three days it was raining (they finally went today) which mean that they totally ruined all of our attempts to throw wild “open-the-refrigerator” parties.


*sigh*

On a final note, while I’m happy to see more and more Bad Sport entries for MangoMinster, there has not been a subsequent flood of bribes to the judge (i.e., Me). There are a few of you who have made some interesting offers (I’ll be stopping by this week, Brutus!), but I fully expect ALL Bad Sports to offer significant bribes. I’m just saying…

*kissey face*
-Fiona, and Abby the Hippobottomus