I have a redshirt dress for myself. I bought red devil horns to be a redshirt who died -duh, everybody knows Redshirts all get killed . And went to Hell.

Well, I got my hairy child a matching costume!

Bobby playing dead:


Close up of his Redshirt and emblem.


Madtante came to town……


AussieEmJay let me stay with her & lived to tell the tale!

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and I hope she wasn’t disappointed!

MT arrived on Friday night excited about her first trip to Washington DC.   On Saturday morning we were up and out for a tour of the US Capitol  – compliments of MT’s state Senator Claire McCaskill.   DSC04379a


DSC04392a.The Dome is currently undergoing extensive restoration – hence the scaffolding…


We had a tour time of 10:30am but for some reason that tour was cancelled and they fitted us into the 10am tour  –  just as well we were there early enough to join that one!    14 years living in DC and I’ve never been inside the Capitol before.   I think I was a little disappointed with the tour as I was expecting more technical/historical information than our guide provided but the “space”  of the Capitol and Dome is pretty impressive.  .DSC04412





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How’d he know?

Thanks, Dr. Dick!


BTW I thought of you whilst reading erotica on a plane but that sounds like I was thing of you whilst reading erotica on a plane…hang on. You know what I mean (that broad you wrote about commuting & reading erotica. Mine was written by an author friend (can we call erotica writers ‘authors?’ I hope so as I borrowed it from the library. WTF? Anyhoozles, I knew her before she was porn-famous.

Big Weekend

There’s some friends that I know
Living in this town and I’ve come far to see them.
Gonna track em’ down.
They live in a brick house painted white and brown.

Left a tip for the maid and I packed up my guitar,
Dropped my key on the counter, rented a car.
Gonna hook up with em’ later and go hit the bars.

I need a big weekend. Kick up the dust.
Yeah a big weekend.
If you don’t run, you rust.

Well I may shake your hand but I won’t know your name.
The joke in your language don’t come out the same.
There’s times when I’m down and there’s nothing to blame.

I need a big weekend.
Kick up the dust.
Yeah a big weekend.
If you don’t run, you rust.

I can work, I can travel, sleep anywhere,
Cross every border with nothing to declare.
You can look back babe, but it’s best not to stare.

I need a big weekend.
Kick up the dust.
Yeah a big weekend.
If you don’t run, you rust.

The DC Driving Tour

I have 3 acquaintances who visited DC in the last 3-8 years:

All drove.

Now, driving is -we’re repeatedly told…so much that I believe it’s auto-fuel lobbying to brainwash the proles

the national pastime.

-you thought it was baseball

But to drive into not only a large American city but a capital city, is to me, the hillbilly who’d rather ride a mule? Mental.

These 3 all bitched about driving, unexpected road / street rules, tolls, parking fees and finding parking at all. Only one had anything nice to say about her entire trip and that was: ‘I got to take pictures of everything!’

I’m hoping that somebody else was at the wheel, at the time, but I used to drive the truck from the passenger seat when The Duchess took curlers out of her hair in St. Louis when I was too short to reach the pedals. -hence steering from the passenger side

Where was I?

Oh. I hate to drive, which is quite the lark considering I drive across 3 counties, twice a day.

I shall be using DC’s Metro while there. Or that’s my plan. I have the taxi backup plan in my mind wherever I go (that has fairly-ready cabs) but haven’t needed one since we missed the last bus back in ’94.

I mentioned to AussieEmJay that back then, or at least where I was in France, you couldn’t pay by credit card–barely had enough cash that night and it would’ve been a long, cold, dark, 7 mile hike. I’m guessing they’ve got all that up to date, so I should be fine, so long as I’m not driving!