Oh yeah and the kids are getting on ok now

THE TOMBSTONE TROLLOP

So.... Here i am in the debut of my tart outfit. I thought as long as i was rumored to have my boobs out at the bar... i might as well. when i was dressing for the ren faire, i always went as the wench. the wenches had so much more fun! they were allowed to do many things the proper ladies were not allowed to do. so even as a vigilette, i like to undress and go to the saloon as a tart. in fact, i had just been at the bordello at a vigilette function. we had a big party with the intention of recruiting new members. i wore my maroon dress which i haven't worn in a while. after the party, i stripped down to my victorian underwear, donned a blue silk robe, and headed down allen st escorted by my good friend the reverend D. of course we met people we knew along the journey, the first being our oldest vigilette, J. She chastised rev D for being seen on the sunny side of the street with a "shady lady," but then told me i looked fantastic. later we saw the high vigilette, who chastised me for being out in public in my undergarments, but also told me how stunning i looked. after about thirty minutes of being very uncomfortable, i loosened my corset in the ladies' - which also had the effect of bringing the twins down to a less vulgar altitude.

PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT...
speaking of the twins- i read a statistic that 80% of women are wearing the wrong bra size. so i did a little research and found this website. a couple of measurments and you will instantly know your bra size in several countries. mr. k quipped that mine would not register on the japanese size chart. he was wrong.... I am a 75E in Japan. i'm sure that's good to know.
SOAPBOX OFF....

so... i am a mechanic. well, ok, a lovely assistant. while i cannot pull a rabbit out of a hat, i do have the ability to help mr. k replace the head gaskets on a diesel truck. oh no, there is nothing wrong with the redneck truck- the one we just fixed is the one that he bought for a parts truck just last week. oh yes. being that we live 11 hours from the nearest pick your parts place, mr.k bought a parts truck- the same exact truck- but with a 5 speed tranny. well, after an interesting ride home from huachuca city (didn't anyone ever tell mr.k that it's not easy to pull a slightly heavier truck with a slightly lighter truck? well anyway, the new truck jumped off the dolly and we spent a good two hours at the intersection jacking it back into place. well, he did anyway along with two tombstone cops and two high school kids...) anyway, mr. k looked at the new truck and decided he could fix that. so even though the cylider heads to a diesel truck weigh 103 lbs, mr.k decided to lift them out. not a problem until he found out he couldn't balance them on the edge of the truck and at the same time get out of the engine compartment. good thing i came home then, being a good balancer! it was touch and go getting them back in, we even borrowed an engine hoist from the neighbor! anyway, we did it without damaging the head gasket. you have no idea how much it means to me that i know how all those stupid moving parts work now. and why a diesel head is so much larger than the piston in a gas engine. and why diesels don't have spark plugs.
enough nerdy... enjoy the following beer ad:

THE TOMBSTONE PARIS HILTON

Well, mr. k has dubbed me the tombstone paris hilton, based on the rumors that seem to follow me everywhere. isn't there a song about everyone dying famous in a small town?

So we have decided that we are going to start rumors about ourselves- the first one being that he is really a woman and i am really a man. let's see how long that one takes to get back to us!

FOUND UNDER PORCH!

so, yesdterday i went outside in the morning and i heard this squeaky meow from under my porch. i knew it wasn't houdini the rabbit killer, as his while feminine mew is more highly developed. i called my cat-call and out from under the porch emerged this little shaking thing. while she was catious, she did come right into my waiting hands and seemed relieved to be rescued from her solitude. for those that don't know, i live in the desert. i do have neighbors, but fences are few and far between (and usually meant for keeping horses and cattle, not kittens, within the property line. the area is rife with coyotes, bobcats, owls, and even the occasional mountain lion. no place for a kitten!

we took her in and introduced her to houdini the rabbit killer. i suppose that went better than expected- he didn't mistake her for a rabbit at all. in fact, he was quite friendly, only taking one warning swat at her to show who is boss. here they are sharing a morning snack of tuna:

ok, maybe he was a little more interested in checking her out than eating. but i think it's going well. i plan to socialize them together for a short time each day, and allow her to play in the house when he is out. she has her own condo in the shed with a litterbox, food, and water. she'll hang out in there while i am out and when i'm home i'll play with her. she's a good little girl who i've named marley. of course, i'll have to halfheartedly look for a new home for her, but truthfully, she's come home already. i just want to be careful to socialise her properly so houdini does not become put-out.

Effing Jealous old tombstone bitches with nothing better to do!

Well, i'm already known around here as a husband stealer. like, what would i want with MORE husbands? i've my hands full with the one i've got. and besides, it's not like there is anything desireable in this town (ms. s will vouch for that!)
but the new rumor is that i had my boobs out at the bar last weekend. well, i didn't. i would have said so if i did, by the way! and those of u who knew me in hs are probably like, "well, it is probable!" of course it's probable. but it didn't happen. and so what if it did.

can't wait until more of my girls come visit. let's make a rumor!

FINALLY!

Ms. S flew in on Friday night and we had a busy busy weekend! This is us when she arrived at the airport. Had a wonderful time, girl!