Mee-ow!

Duuuuuude! Did you see the new rolling suitcase for sale on my page? If I didn't already have more suitcases than I could count I'd buy it myself. Just looking at it makes me dizzy, it's like an optical illusion--but it's a flippin' suitcase!

You know what? Forget it. I'm selling off a couple of my old luggage cases and buying this one. It's the bomb. Although not really a bomb...

Anyway, I need to get out of here. There's waaaay to much estrogen flying. Cleo and Meadow are at it, and so are Farrah and Saige. Saige, man! Of all the people, I'd think she'd be able to keep it together, but looks like the hemp-woven gloves are comin' off. The only sane female right now is Fredrica, but she's falling hard and fast. I gotta take off and see some sights, and this last minute flight to New York is just the ticket. Maybe by the time I get back, the catfights will have spent themselves.