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Some results of my Political Junkie Tour of Belle Meade above. Really couldn’t get a bead on Algore’s house; too many trees. It’s big. Frist’s is ginormous.

Okay, here’s the shed-yule:

Today:
8:30 Vet appointment — yay, we’re getting wormed!
11:00 Movers
6:00 A friend picks me up to take a last box to FedEx and have dinner

Tomorrow:
First thing: empty and clean the fridge, tidy generally
11:00 Real estate agent picks me up
11:30 Closing
3:00 Cat dropped at freight place
9:00 Our mutual plane leaves
2:15 (7:15 local time) We arrive at Heathrow. Clearing a cat through takes 3-4 hours. Don’t ask me why.
6:00 (11:00) My driver arrives.
?
Profit!

Deep breath — here we go! I’m shutting down this machine…

sock it to me

Comments


Comment from QuasiModo
Time: November 24, 2008, 9:05 am

Have a safe trip…see you on the other side.

 


Comment from Gnus
Time: November 24, 2008, 9:12 am

Bon voyage, Sweasel. Fair winds and downhill all the way…

 


Comment from Pupster
Time: November 24, 2008, 9:14 am

(…)
All my faults perchance thou knowest,

All my madness none can know;

All my hopes, where’er thou goest,

Wither, yet with thee they go.

But ‘t is done — all words are idle —

Words from me are vainer still;

But the thoughts we cannot bridle

Force their way without the will.

Fare thee well ! thus disunited,

Torn from every nearer tie,

Sear’d in heart, and lone, and blighted,

More than this I scarce can die.

– Lord Byron “Fare Thee Well”

 


Comment from Mrs. Peel
Time: November 24, 2008, 9:40 am

YAY WEAS! And yay Uncle B! I’m excited for y’all.

 


Comment from Gibby Haynes
Time: November 24, 2008, 9:45 am

Shamelessly exploiting Mother Earth’s organic photovoltaic factories to cover his big house. What a dick.

Hope you packed your thermal undercrackers. It’s awfully brisk at the moment.

You’re going to get here before the riots start too, which is nice.

 


Comment from apotheosis
Time: November 24, 2008, 9:52 am

Remember, when you get there, don’t stare at the hobbits’ feet, it makes them uncomfortable.

Take care.

 


Comment from Scott
Time: November 24, 2008, 10:51 am

Am I the only one that she’s using the royal “we” when referring to getting wormed?

 


Comment from jwpaine
Time: November 24, 2008, 11:09 am

Worm your weasel.

Hmmm. That doesn’t sound quite kosher, for some reason.

 


Comment from Liberty Girl
Time: November 24, 2008, 11:11 am

Happy trails and a safe journey to you both.

 


Comment from Jill
Time: November 24, 2008, 11:17 am

‘Worming the weasel’ sounds naughty, naughty, naughty!

๐Ÿ˜‰

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: November 24, 2008, 11:21 am

Heh. Pipe down in here. I still got my laptop computer!

Wormed. As I pulled in the driveway with La Pussoe, the movers were already here — two hours early! So that last load of laundry? Fuggedabaoudid! They’re swarming through here like locusts.

Cat has locked herself in the closet and refuses to come out.

 


Comment from jwpaine
Time: November 24, 2008, 11:22 am

My point exactly, Jill. And it conjures up a montage of mental images that are both confusing and disturbing—and yet, oddly titillating.

/working “titillating” into at least one sentence a day. Yes, I know; I’m so immachure.

 


Comment from DaveP.
Time: November 24, 2008, 11:38 am

Worming the Weasel sounds like a breakdance move.

Or maybe a mime routine.

Travel well, lady, and may your new home be all that you hoped it would.

 


Comment from Scott
Time: November 24, 2008, 11:44 am

Worming the Weasel sounds like a breakdance move.

Or something involving Pauly Shore…

 


Comment from iamfelix
Time: November 24, 2008, 11:51 am

Bon voyage, Stoaty!

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: November 24, 2008, 11:54 am

How do you titillate an ocelot?

 


Comment from Muslihoon
Time: November 24, 2008, 12:05 pm

I’m so excited for you.

As a devoted yet selfish minion, when will you be back online? A timeframe will help me manage the withdrawal symptoms. (I don’t comment as often, but I still read often. I need my daily Weasel fix!)

 


Comment from Allen
Time: November 24, 2008, 12:12 pm

Worming a Weasel.
Titillating an Ocelot.
Milking a Marmoset.

This could go downhill rather quickly.

Have a safe journey Weasel.

 


Comment from MitchT
Time: November 24, 2008, 12:19 pm

Fair winds and following seas, Weas. Our loss is England’s gain. I just hope they know what they’re in for!

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: November 24, 2008, 12:26 pm

What, nobody? You oscillate her tit a lot! Duh!

Thanks for the good wishes, everybody. The movers are still sucking all my worldly possessions out the front door. Musli, I got a repeat graphic that’s going to auto-post tomorrow, but I’ll be back online Wednesday. Probably won’t be anything clever, but I’ll let you know how everything went.

I’m not sure I have the “Weekend Weasel” graphic on me, so that may be suspended until my stuff arrives, but everything else will be back to normal.

Except it’ll talk wrong and smell of fruitcake.

 


Comment from jwpaine
Time: November 24, 2008, 12:34 pm

“Except it’ll talk wrong and smell of fruitcake”

We are the Minions who say NEE! Bring us… shrubbery!

 


Comment from Gibby Haynes
Time: November 24, 2008, 12:49 pm

I donโ€™t comment as often, but I still read often.

Yeah, I noticed. What’s up with that? Busy at work? Woman troubles? Tropical disease? Do tell.

 


Comment from Gromulin
Time: November 24, 2008, 12:56 pm

Safe travels. Did you get some kitty tranq’s for the feline?

Yourself? I once left SFO with an onboard bottle of duty-free cognac and two valiums…quickest flight to Charles DeGaulle ever.

I wonder what carwash Pauly Shore is working in these days?

 


Comment from scubafreak
Time: November 24, 2008, 12:57 pm

Ban Voyagee! Watch out for Silly Frenchman lobbing insults and cattle…….

 


Comment from Nicole
Time: November 24, 2008, 12:58 pm

Safe travels for you and pussoe. Enjoy as much as possible. ๐Ÿ™‚

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: November 24, 2008, 1:02 pm

Not allowed to tranq them now, Gromulin. The idea is that if the plane encounters turbulence, the animal has to be able to brace itself appropriately.

Me? To the gills!

 


Comment from porknbean
Time: November 24, 2008, 1:03 pm

Safe travels weasel! Extra skritches for the traumatized kitteh.

9:00 Our mutual plane leaves

You better hope it’s mutual.

 


Comment from Muslihoon
Time: November 24, 2008, 1:03 pm

Gibby: Believe it or not, mostly busy with classwork and Church. My bosses are also expecting me to get work done. Feh.

I’m taking microeconomics (first 5 weeks, macro in the next 5) and financial management. I am not a numbers or business or economics person at all. It’s very hard and takes a lot of work. Not to mention groupwork in all classes.

Well, in 2009/2010, classes will be over.

I do miss you all!

 


Comment from porknbean
Time: November 24, 2008, 1:07 pm

Oh, and regarding the casas de politicos…at least Frist earned his by actually improving and saving people’s lives.
The bloated windbag is all about doing the opposite.

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: November 24, 2008, 1:13 pm

Actually, Frist had boocoos of fambly money before he became a doctor.

 


Comment from baxtrice
Time: November 24, 2008, 1:41 pm

Safe voyage Miss Weaz! Keep all paws/tail in the jet plz. ๐Ÿ™‚

 


Comment from Brigette Russell
Time: November 24, 2008, 1:51 pm

Bon voyage. Can’t wait for the Across the Pond posts to start. And, of course, new flaming weasel graphics. I’m using the old ones to keep my kids entertained on their computer so I can fritter away more time on mine.

 


Comment from Enas Yorl
Time: November 24, 2008, 1:53 pm

I hope you have a good trip Weasel! Hey, is everyone ready for Thanksgiving? Make sure you have the right headgear for the festivities!

 


Comment from Scott
Time: November 24, 2008, 2:29 pm

but Iโ€™ll be back online Wednesday. Probably wonโ€™t be anything clever,

Oh, good. I’d hoped things wouldn’t change… ๐Ÿ™‚

I’ll go run for my life now, excuse me… ๐Ÿ˜‰

 


Comment from JuliaM
Time: November 24, 2008, 3:02 pm

Have a safe trip, and an uneventful flight (same for Charlotte)…

“Youโ€™re going to get here before the riots start too, which is nice.”

We’re waiting for your arrival to start them… ๐Ÿ˜‰

 


Comment from Lipstick
Time: November 24, 2008, 3:16 pm

Bon voyage and smooth sailing Weasel!

 


Comment from Joanna
Time: November 24, 2008, 5:36 pm

I just started reading a couple weeks ago (shortly before the election, IIRC), but all my best wishes go with you! Good luck with your kitteh, and all happiness to you and Mr. B!

 


Comment from porknbean
Time: November 24, 2008, 5:46 pm

Actually, Frist had boocoos of fambly money before he became a doctor.

Yeah, and he did something positive with his portion….bloated windbag, again, not so much.

 


Comment from wendyworn
Time: November 24, 2008, 6:21 pm

Safe trip Ms Weas! We’ll miss you!

Watch out for all the cameras (and the old people crossing signs! I love those!)

Will they be offering classes on what to do with your garbage bins so you dont get in trouble? Or do they just jump ya after the fact? Let us know!

 


Comment from Mrs. Peel
Time: November 24, 2008, 8:35 pm

I just started reading a couple weeks ago

One of us…one of us…

Sorry, I just felt like preempting the Weas on that one. ๐Ÿ™‚

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: November 24, 2008, 10:27 pm

๐Ÿ™‚

 


Comment from Jill
Time: November 24, 2008, 10:42 pm

Will Charlotte let you share her sleepy space? What does a weasel sleep in when her bed is packed?

 


Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: November 24, 2008, 10:49 pm

Weaz! Have a great journey! catch ya when ya get back online!

Badger! Congratulations! you now have an American Weasel In Lord Badger’s Court!

 


Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: November 25, 2008, 12:06 am

The silence from this end (in case anyone was wondering) was due to a poor old badger running around trying to Get It Right…

Thanks for the good wishes, imaginary friends – it’s all very strange… and yet comforting.

I’d do an image of a badger with his arse on fire…only… badgers can’t do computer pictures.

Just imagine the scent of singed fur… and the sound of much anguished yelping ๐Ÿ˜‰

 


Comment from jwpaine
Time: November 25, 2008, 1:02 am

In Gringoland, UB, if something burns your ass to a crisp, that means it has angered you mightily, e.g., “A four-hour process to get my kitteh out of hock after a nine-hour flight just burns my ass to a crisp!”

Of course, it may mean “Happy birthday!” in BritSpeak, for all I know.

 


Comment from jwpaine
Time: November 25, 2008, 1:09 am

“Hey, burn your ass to a crisp!”

“Honey! You remembered!”

 


Comment from Michael
Time: November 25, 2008, 1:11 am

Wait!

I just realized this was a bad idea. We need your tax dollars!

Other than that — hope you have a great trip.

 


Comment from Allen
Time: November 25, 2008, 2:58 am

Uncle B, are your paws shaking like… “leaves on a palsy tree?” ๐Ÿ™‚

Mine would be. Nevermind. Champers for all!

 


Comment from Brigette Russell
Time: November 25, 2008, 12:59 pm

Where is Gringoland, jwpaine? I’m in New Mexico, and the editors of my hypocrital, reverse-racist local paper love to call the good ole US of A “Gringolandia” in their self-righteous editorials.

 


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