Hello from frozen Indiana, kittens. It seems my dispatches from the tundra are getting fewer and farther between these days; I'm not in a partying mood and can't bear to even think of wedding topics right now given my separation from Hubbs. Instead, I'm posting one of my favorite photos of the man in my life, my farting, snorting and chortling Valentine, the Emperor Tubba Bubba. Fat Boy sports a cloak which arrived all the way from China via a Fed Ex envelope I couldn't even decipher. This photo was taken about 4 years ago, and he has since outgrown this coat and given it to his rather svelte matching wife/tormentor. If I had a spare $150K sitting around, (damn you, recession!) I would clone him so as not to ever be without him. If I had one wish, I'd wish for a time machine so I could go back to the day I picked him up from some crazy hillbilly "breeder" and take all of his brothers and sisters home with me. Happy New Year!
