h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Hi Krissy! I came immediately here to see what the countdown says and it says _______ !

I hope your wedding plans are proceeding along nicely. If there is a cosmic muffin I think it's time for him or her to start giving you and Andy lots of nice smooth sailing.

Lots of hugs, C

Cosmic muffin?

That does explain quite a bit.

You can tell the relative sooness of my wedding by how often in an hour I vomit in terror.

(by the way is anyone else having to re-learn the "nose in h2..no noses on the floor" rule?)

It's really true. I'm getting so so so nervous and things are getting completely overwhelming. COMPLETLEY overwhelming. I'm completely sick to my stomache all the time and I just want to hide in the closet until it's all over.

*rushes off to the bathroom*

How are you doing C? How's the little one?

*hums "happy birthday" to beetle and gets him a cupcake*

Um.... perhaps you shouldn't get a cupcake in your condition. Perhaps instead you should get a mop.

Just a suggestion.

*mops beetle's face*

It's GOOD for ya! Full of vitamines, mops.

Terribly absent of the good cupcake sweetness, though.

Hmmm.. I don't know why that is. *examines mop*

I cleaned up some frosting not long ago. Maybe that anti-bacterial stuff really does work.

*is concerned about bleach poisoning*

Oh, Krissy, then the wedding must be close! But I forgot what day - please tell?

I'll be hoping things go OK and it's the most perfect wedding ever.

With *no* bleach poisoning.

*eats a cupcake*

*throws her arms joyously around C and beetle and laughs and laugs*

Oh I MISSED you guys!!!

It's the coolest thing in the world I think to hang out with people that are cleverer than me!

The wedding is April 30, C. 46 days away. Scary!! But happy! YAY!

*eats a bleachy-keen cupcake jus' provin' how you've got some plain stoopid people to hang around with too*

*dies, though hardly unexpectedly, knowing that them there coroner folk is gonna be baffled by the uncommonly bright and sparkly innards*

*coroner: Let's see... One heart, two lungs and a strikingly clean lower intestine. Why, he doesn't hardly smell at all. Kind of reminds me of a fresh mountian breeze, that is, a fresh mountian breeze wafting out of a dead body, but still.

*mops a bit with a little bubster Sparkle(TM) and boggles at how easily her cleaning woes are a thing of the past*

Pity he's dead tho. I think he just wants attention.

You know what, krisymabissy? I think you should march on out there and have a BEEEOOOOTIFUL wedding, beacause that's what's gonna happen whether you like it or not. S'true. *Then* go throw up, because you deserve it.

*does the patented "Krissy's gonna get married soon, and I'm still a bride's maid" dance*

Hi C!!! *waves*

*giggles* Ooo I've missed these conversations.... 45 days ooo

Yup, me too Ant, me too.

Oooooh, and I brought breakfast!




Might as well use what we can here, eh?

I'm surprised we didn't hear about Bubster's brother...

*waves to Amanda*
*hugs everyone in sight and a few that are hiding out of sight behind the sofa*

*hugs bubster's innards*

You know, I met a bubster's brother on the way over here and he said his brother died the same way. I was trying to read the number on his t-shirt (bubster's brothers were all numbered I think) and it may have said either 113 or 3RY - I wasn't sure.

Speculating on the identity of my brother killed my brother. True story.

Of course, I can't tell you *which* brother, because speculating on the identity of my brother killed my brother.

Have I ever lied to you?

Exactly.

Um, I don't mean to pry, but are they my innards you're h*gging?

I thought Amanda was using them as a mop, a kind of sloshy mop i agree.

but fragrant nonetheless.