Jambalaya!!!

NonCon North has come and gone, but, man, did we document it well.



We built a tree with blocks . . .




































And a bunch of other things as well . . .




Along with a tower that touched the ceiling . . .

And was then knocked down . . .

We talked about sex in between visits from small children and/or parents . . .

There were hugs . . .






























Daddy played dress-up . . .





















































And so did everyone else . . .

(that's me and Qacei with Gothamus Prime)

We Time Warped . . .




















(It's just a jump to the left . . .)







I spent some quality time with Harper . . .






























(He's actually better than Wikipedia. And he saved four babies from a burning building. Or was it five? And word is, he's MacGyver, too. And God.)






I spent some quality time with Effie . . .




















And some quality time with Fergus . . .

(We played with Barbies.)





Then Ferg spent some quality time with Scotty . . .

We hung out in a bathroom . . .

And in an IHOP . . .

I got my nose pierced again . . .

Accompanied by my pack of loyal, supportive friends unhelpful onlookers . . .

We kept straight faces . . .





















But they were lost almost immediately . . .

Hey, what more can you expect from this group?

What do you do

when you're watching your Grandparents' house for almost three weeks while they're in Cabo San Lucas?


Why, you get bored of course.


And what do you do about this boredom?


You watch crazy amounts of TV and lots of HBO.


You make a countdown to NonCon North.


You take the dog for an insane amount of walks.


You go jogging every single morning, which you never do when you're at home.



You ignore the dishes, which desperately need doing (and then do them at the last possible moment).



















You work on the playlist for the NonCon North Mardi Gras party.



You take an insane amount of pictures of yourself.

You snort salt with your cousins.



You watch your cousin go swimming in Puget Sound (in Febuary) and scream like she's being murdered.



You cook things.






























You help your sister start a webcomic.































You talk to your boyfriend on MySpace every. Single. Day.
And sometimes on the phone.





You play dress-up.





























You read Eat, Pray, Love.







And, finally, you resort to reading fanfiction.