Julie McCoy, Here we Come!

To would be robbers: Please ignore this blog entry. We really are home and just pretending to be on vacation.

To neighbors: that's the dog/house sitter. Please do not call the police unless the "dog sitter" is some guy wearing a black ski mask, weilding a flashlight and crawling in a window. The dog/house sitter is a woman without a ski mask. The real dog sitter will be fending off would be intruders armed with two canines, one cheeseball neighbor, one cell phone and a plethora of protective devices.

To friends: We are going on our first cruise! Is this exciting or what? Of course, we have to go to Minneapolis to get to San Diego, but what fun would it be to take a direct route? We can't figure out how to pack, as we have never been on a cruise before. Seems like you must change clothes like three times a day while on the boat. Ah, I suppose that's why they invented credit cards.

To MJagger: Well, the sticky and sweet mess will have to go on without me, as we will be on a boat in the Pacific Ocean while you are on the phone with Ticketmaster. The more I think about it, the more I am sure you are right--the VIP packages will indeed go on sale Saturday and you will get your ticket. Perhaps two tickets will come your way and we'll sell my current ticket.

To the wife: Um, I didn't really just write that.

To readers: Anyone wanna buy a great Madonna ticket for face value?!