The woods of New Hampshire have internet access! It’s a miracle!
I celebrated my arrival in the woods by immediately hopping into Elise’s car and driving into town (I find it’s best to ease myself into the wild). You would laugh very hard if you could see me right now. I’m sitting outside in the pitch dark at a picnic table, half drunk on margaritas, blogging in the middle of the wilderness, trying to steal up the nerve to enter the forest to go to my bat shack.
Also, just so you know, I cheered for the Celtics tonight. I HAD NO CHOICE!
You are currently, according to Google Maps, 1-1/2 hours from my best friend (she lives east) and half my patriarchal family (they live north). Send up a flare (twitter?) if you need someone to de-bat your shack! A hint? You can usually nab the flying critter with a bathtowel and smuggle it safely outside. The larger the towel, the better, I feel, and I’m generally happier pointing out the flight path to my towel-wielding husband…but I have de-batted living quarters on my own (I’m such a girl scout). I always feel the need to disinfect the towel afterwards, usually in water hot enough to shrink the sucker to the size of a washcloth (Martha Stewart or not?). Good luck in the wilderness…try not to carry Lyme Disease back to WNY. :)
KATE! you had a choice! there was no gunpoint. no massive threats. YOU CHEERED WILLINGLY…for Rondo!
p.s. thanks for cheering with me.
p.p.s. love the picnic table image.
p.p.p.s. see you soon.
So how was the bat shack last night?
So how was the bat shack last night?
Well, I survived. :)
Congrats!
Don’t be fooled by all this whining. Her “bat shack” is incredibly luxurious. It comes with gold-plated fixtures, hand-woven alpaca blankets, and a full complement of servants, butlers, and washroom attendants. The rest of us, however, are living in squalor. We’ve been told that HRM Katebits demands the finest accommodations in an extensive rider attached to her Apple Hill contract. No one else here is in the least bitter about this…
I think its odd timing that Kate goes away and Bucky does his “if I were the GM column” mmmmm
Ooh, is Bucky acting up in my absence? Scardy cat.
Sam’s right. The truth is, I’m a princess, waited on hand and foot, while my friends and colleagues live in abject squalor. If I don’t have hand-woven alpaca blankets I can’t concentrate, and I make everyone’s lives miserable with constant temper tantrums.