Fancy Pace-Lawrence

Our computer got hijacked. That was a bad time. Over with it now. Things back to normal now!

I might never go back to Buzzard's Peak again. They are so insistent that you follow their Leather Code if you can. No problem there, usually. Then they don't follow any other part of the community's codes. When I stepped down as Miss Lone Star, I had to throw a bitch fit, very quietly and with dignity, to get to do a stepping down number, and then it was on the night after the pageant, during the talent night festivities.
Then a couple for whom I have had the highest regard wanted to know if one of their leather pins had fallen into my bag. One which I had complimented earlier that evening. They did not call me a thief, but when I said, I don't think so, but you're welcome to look through everything in my bag if you wish, so long as you put it all back and zip it up. Oh, no! I had to look through it myself in front of them. Hah! Later, they did apologize after they had found out that another man had mistaken their whole vest for his own and walked off to a party they were expected at.
Sorry, I may have shamed myself by losing my sash during my reign, but I replaced it at my own expense before I told them I had lost it. I did not deserve this treatment.

When we got back from Lone Star campout, we were tuckered, as well as quite happy and satisfied and with some good stories to tell about, among other thngs, my loyal husband's first tent camping since Boy Scouts. So, why haven't you heard from me?
I also seem to have come back with the beginning of a strong cold with a cough attached. Hey, rainy, spending almost all of my time outside? Worth it, but ... But i went to Copellia at Houston Ballet and wasn't the only audience member styfling a cough. They couldn't have all been up there with us.
And then when I got over it, husby got it! And hasn't been quite right since. (It also is starting to look like he may have started to be lactose intolerant, like his big sister.)
So, yes, I think that I'll be able to slowly start telling you our stories - but slowly and distractedly, maybe, what with my sweet baby's changing health situation, eh?