Property of a Lady

Deborah Lipp goes on about Wicca, politics, movies, Paganism, and cats. Not necessarily in that order.

Yes indeedy, that’s what WE call site problems. Come back from Starwood, all happy and sun-poisoned and exhausted and dying to write, and curses! thwarted!

Anyway, here, for the second time ever, phrases only heard at Starwood:

1) “Mike, your skirt is caught on the drum.”
2) “My son’s first sarong. I’m so proud!”
3) “The secret ingredient is Pringles.”
4) “So, is your girlfriend in a relationship with your wife’s boyfriend?”

And, the three most important rules of Starwood….

“Hydration, hydration, hydration.”

I now return you to your regularly scheduled blog.

Oh yeah, and many people totally rock, including the Utiliklan, the Brushwood staff, the entire Dalton camp, the folks at ACE, Charlie, Matt, the Parkers, Chris Penczak, LaSara Firefox, everyone from Kalamazoo, linguists, Patricia Monaghan, thorasic surgeons, the First Aid guys, and Sparky’s cow. Take a bow, everyone.

I need someone to feed the cat. And water the plants. And water the cat. I need to squeeze everything I own into my car. Also Charlie and Arthur. And, I guess, everything they own.

Starwood here I come! (Okay, next week. I’m just excited.)