Oh the power of the written word. People sharing their deepest thoughts
and collaborating on new philosophical chapters in life, television,
and ... and ... uh oh. This might go on topic. I can't have that. Perhaps
I should follow dellyone's brilliant lead and do a short skit.
*Ahem*
Slider Sarah tossed her "sky-blue" beret onto the conference
table. "Do we have any of those Belgum choccies left?" She
looked wistfully at the empty boxes of chocolates scattered around the
conference room. "What happened?" she asked a rather bewildered
looking SouthernSlider.
"I'm not sure," SS answered, "first My was taken by
Group X and then people started feeding the trolls."
"I know she showed up at the USA party growling. That was all
she did while she was there. It was very strange."
"I'm worried about her Sarah."
"So am I Southern. She's just been so dodgy."
At that point in the conversation a very different sleepingtiger stepped
into the room. She sported tevas, jeans, and a fleece vest in place
of her usual deep rich flowing clothing. The smile she gave her compatriots
sent chills down their spines. "Hello chicklets. How's things?"
"What happened to you?" Sarah nearly whispered.
Rolling her eyes, "I was rudely awakened. I'm not in a bouncy
sort of tigger mood or a gentle sort of sleepintiger mood. I'm very
much in a Tigs mood." Her eyes sparkled dangerously for a moment.
"I'm glad you are both here. Let's talk business." Keying
in the video conferencing system Tigs smiled at a somewhat startled
Robin. "Robin, would you collect the girls. We need to talk."
"Yes ma'am." Robin returned the smile.