Visits from Janna... and other potentially hazardous things

Still no response from MyBlogLog, who remains of the opinion that I am running a seedy porno site dripping with contagious squirming micro-vermin, ready to crawl up your most private orifices if you come within two feet of the screen. (Better use latex gloves, just to be safe).

In other news...

As you know, yesterday I visited Morgen. We had a good time; I needed the company. Friday afternoon the ABC group was supposed to have a mini-party at Dennis & Kristen's, but it got canceled because not enough people could show up. So I felt lonely and sad, which was aggravated by the fact that I'd already been feeling depressed to begin with. Thus, Saturday morning I called Morgen, who said "Sure, come on over!!"

Mr. Fab left a comment, saying "How come you always visit him, but you never visit me?" This made me laugh, and inspired me to create the following list:

Top ten reasons I haven't visited you, Mr. Fab:
1) You live in Florida, where the heat and humidity would make me wish every breath was my last.
2) You would soon tire of me asking you to autograph portions of my anatomy.
3) I would have to sell myself on the street for approximately ten days just to afford the gas money. (Not that I know anything about that...)
4) You live in Florida, where hurricanes ravage the land on a yearly (sometimes hourly) basis.
5) I couldn't possibly compete with your rabbits.
6) You're a morning person, and I would eventually have to kill you.
7) Too many awkward questions from your wife, asking "Honey, who's that strange lady living out in the shed?"
8) You live in FLORIDA, where alligators eagerly dine on succulent morsels of unsuspecting tourists.
9) If I wanted to visit Disneyworld, you would murder me and stuff me in a swamp somewhere, muttering that Disney is a greedy soul-sucking corporate axis of evil.
10) I didn't know you cared! :)
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