It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
BAT is one month old. Yaay!!!
I vow never to go near the Voyager of the Seas. Booooo!!!
And puleese!
It doesn’t help when reminders that someone has beaten me to it are being dished out periodically.
Thinking of cruises make me feel like the cat in the picture below.
(This sad-looking pussy at my void deck is one of my best friends.)
I hope I’ll be raptured before I have to confront “cruise” again.
Unless it’s the QE2 with the RIGHT person.
Heathens, read 1 Thessalonians 4:17!
