Fun, Fun, Fun

Last night I assembled with some other MINI owners in the great state of Maricopa. We had a great turn-out at the local car show. Then after some tasty refreshments at the local Pei Wei, we headed over to Chris and Em's for an exciting display of machismo.
Yes, it's GT4. Addictive, exciting, and really bringing out the beast in a certain English gentleman.
After playing that for a while, the game changed to some Roman fighting thing. Massive weapons of destruction were weilded as an assortment of giant men were disembowled. Arms were blatantly hacked off so as to be useful weapons. Turkey legs and bits of cheese were thrown from the crowd so the little warrior could garner his strength. Once again, a side of someone I never thought I would see. So uncivilized. Tee hee.
Through all the racing and the fighting, someone was missing from all our thoughts. A midwestern traveler whom we all adore. Return soon to your other native land, Misifoota.

Big weekend

I visited friends in Sierra Vista this weekend. I went to Bisbee and poked around some antique stores. I went to Tombstone and poked around in some antique stores. I saw some old people. I went to Patagonia and tagged a MINI. Then I went to Casa Grande by way of Tucson and saw a few more MINIs.
All in all, a good weekend.

Hey, I figured it out!

It is hard typing with one wrist on a cat's head, but I will manage.
This is who I am right now. I love MINIs and I love my MINI friends. I like to talk about MINIs and MINI friends to anyone who will listen. I feel like I am saying something everyone wants to hear, however I am sure that is not the case. What could be more fun than hearing about my weekend in Vegas? I know, nothing! That is why I have told my stories to any client who had the misfortune of coming in since the trip. Now I need another batch of Vegas-like stories to add to my repetoire.
Perhaps I will just make some up. Like that time Brianna was hiding in my trunk (I do have a photo) and I didn't know it, so I was driving and listening to my gangsta rap (and singing very well I must say) without a clue. To my consternation, I kept hearing a strange screaming noise from the boot. As with all strange noises heard in a moving vehicle, I did what any woman in her right mind would do. I made the radio louder and considered ignorance bliss.
Three days later, I was grocery shopping and had to open the boot and found Brianna, half dead from starvation and bleeding from the ears. I immediately gave her a bel canto CD and a grapefruit. I sent her on her way. I hope she made it back to Mesa in one piece.

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I am new to this. Please bear with me.