Brief overview of last night through today:
Kelly spent a chunk of the evening with her head attached to a bowl of steaming water, attempting to breathe through the effects of cats and/or hedgehogs. In the morning when she was feeling a little better, the only critter left who was calm enough to cuddle and not allergenic enough to send her into fits (Fifi) ended up pooping all over her. Twice. Kelly is now looking into the possibilities of bonding with a plank of wood.
The car broke. Something about a hose that attaches something to something else that needs to not leak. Oh, and a nail.
The ferry ride to Seattle involved the festive tradition of holding a chip up in the air for a seagull to grab out of your hand. After the first time, some other people on the ferry said "do it again!" so they could get a picture. We all gave it a try, even after Lumpy was practically devoured by a man-eating seagull (that's his version - mine involves a dose of "you really don't even need a band-aid for that, you know").
Seattle Underground Tour was entertaining - the highlight, as always, was the story about Thomas Crapper and the sewage geysers of Yesteryear Seattle. I don't have any pictures of people flying into the air propelled by raw sewage, so you'll have to settle for an Engravograph:
We met Kristin and Mike in Pike Place Market, saw the gum wall and the original Starbucks, then went to a less-crowded Starbucks to drink various health tonics. There was the fabulous map store, and a statue-lady with creepy eyes. Some amazingly spicy shwarma joined us for a delightful time before we headed back to the ferry.
Oh, that broken car? Yeah. The taxi back to Karen's house cost $60. Next time I'm going to try to barter with a friendly chicken or something (sorry, Fifi).
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