So, there are a gazillion things to say here. A lot. (Hey, LJ people, so you know, when a big entry comes up from me on my livejournal uncut, it's because I'm posting via my site, which crossposts automatically. Just so you're aware. No idea how that makes your life different, but, you know. Full disclosure.)
Soon there will be pics of London and Scotland - if David and Kathleen don't veto certain ones. Hehe.
But the thing that I must share immediately is a snip of conversation Cheryl and I had last night. We planned our big SCREAM-N-SQUEAL about canon night - because it's been six LONG, HARD months of not being able to talk about it - and she came out to SI and stayed over so we could talk the night away (though we instead shared a bottle of wine and almost fell dead asleep on the couch at 9:30. Right couple of wildwomen!). And we started talking about Ron's patronus, and got really funny. Keep in mind there is some paraphrasing here and this was conducted under the great influence of this awesome red wine that a friend of mine makes in his apartment.
[Cheryl has kindly remembered more of our conversation! Good. The wine got me.]
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Cheryl: A Jack Russell terrier.
Melissa: Yeah.
Cheryl: So it kind of makes sense because Jack Russells are loyal and you know, Ron is nothing if not loyal. But still, it's small and - yip yippy.
Me: Ooooh, I'm a dementor, I run at the sight of a small yippy dog! AGGH!
Cheryl: [with hand motions] Yip yip yip!
Me: I am wearing my big black cloak of doom and can suck out a man's soul and - AGGH! It's a small yappy type dog! [Eddie Izzard lovers, the rest of this conversation is done in a really bad impersonation of him.]
Cheryl: [sniggers]
Me: I - I am trying - to suck the soul - and - goddamn it - I suck the - I can't get the dog - off my robe - I shall suck the soul but the dog is stuck to my robe - be gone, yappy dog, be gone!
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At which point we just sort of collapsed. And had more wine.
No, You're so wrong! Yappy Dogs *are* scary!
I hate to admit to this, but I am terrified of Chihuahuas.
One raced out and attacked me while I was riding my bicycle when I was 12. It jumped up, latched onto my achilles tendon, and just wouldn't let go. I didn't stop riding the bike (which probably would have been the sensible thing to do) instead, I raced down the road, weaving all over the place, keeping the bike going with one foot while I frantically shook the leg with the chihuahua attached.
Screaming the whole time.
I must have ridden a good 500 yards up the road before I finally dislodged the darn thing and sent it flying into a hedge.
Yappy dogs *shudder*
Lilly
I'm a huge fan of TLC and I just think that you rock! Congrats on going to Scotland and meeting Ms. Rowling.
LOL, Melissa you are hilarious. "I can't get the dog off my robes!" LOL I can just picture it!
Dear Melissa,
I love your comments on the Little Dog! I love it i jst can imagine the dementor doing it
great definetly great
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