suitcaseofnails

As we've posted before, we are holding a beach party with a confirmed date of the Fourth of July weekend! Now, now, I know that some of you are no doubt busy - Vash, darling, the cat is really that important? - or have some odd fear of GREEN jello, but really, what's a party without some people involved~? Now, I shall bring all sorts of drinks, and I know that there will be some grilled foods and some sports - tag the Stampede, anyone? - so please, people, darlings, do stop by.

I'll even promise to make sure there's enough sugar for even the most ravenous of priests out there~

Oh! And that music? So last year.

So. It looks like the whole spring thing is going on rather nicely. Maybe a few sinking ships here and there, but really, the place just needs a nice good rainstorm and we'll all be ready for warmer weather. Thank God. I so can't stand all this chilly air. Even my shoes are cold.

Anyways, are you done with the Batman impression? Or is it the Joker? Ah well, I am such a blonde~ As I was saying, if you are done, I'd like you to come back to work and give me a hand. For some reason, I can't locate my books.

Oh yes, congratulations, Nero, for the start of your own business. I am sure there will be a wonderful amount of people slinking out of the woodwork needing a few tweaks here and there. I'd give you a few names, but I am sure they are already poked their noses in your direction.

As for the rest of you darlings, the new season of business wear is out. Stop on by and we're sure to fit you out for any occasion. Well. Barring the occasional sinking pleasure ship, mmkay?

Oh you two~ You're so cute. Almost as cute as the Stampede and his cute little priest and the brute. Ah~ Spring is in the air~

Of course, it would be better if there weren't so many of these odd little ducklings flopping around. Honestly. A girl just can't have a relaxing soak without something showing up to disturb her. I suppose one will be turning into a swan or they'll turn into children or just something odd enough to ruin my day.

Karma, mmhmm.

So it must be a curse day. I suppose once the panic dies down we'll be seeing the oh so dull moments of silliness over how sorry each and every one of you like to do. Sigh. I think I'll have my nails done while you darlings do what you feel the urge to do.