As I type this, Mr. Fancy Pants is on a train headed toward Florence. During a would be very boring three hour wait for the train, Mr. Johnson was kind enough to upload a few photos for our viewing pleasure (just a little more Parisian salt in the wound, eh guys?...)

Comments

[rcjohnso]

An update about my update? I'm flattered, but this absolutely DOES NOT COUNT. Fool.

[Tara H.]

Oh, mr. Johnson. How lovely of you to join us! Please tell us what you've been up to... still in Florence or are you in Rome?

I'm sorry that i have no updates of my own. I'm afraid i would bore you all to tears.

Oh, i do have one update: I am currently updating the update of Mr. Johnson's update. Oh, and Jaime has a new job!

http://crazyjaneski.typepad.com/crazy_jane/2004/03/a_few_things_to.html

Okay, i know that doesn't technically "count" as an update of my own... but in an indirect sort of sense it does. Jaime is going to have a party to celebrate, which i will be at... so, that kind of counts, doesn't it? If i get drunk and pass out, it definitely counts.

[rcjohnso]

you're weird, man.

[Jaime]

Now it's transatlantic 3rd grade flirting.

That party is going to have to wait until Rian is home, I think. I cannot even consider getting the keg and doing the beer funnels without the full crew on hand.

[Tara H.]

Do we have to wait till Rian comes back? I don't wanna wait. He has the cooties.

[rcjohnso]

I'm rubber you're the glue. Oh yeah. Feel the BURN.

[Tara H.]

You're paper and I'm scissors.

[rcjohnso]

I know you are but what am I INFINITY TIMES TWO

[Tara H.]

You're the cootie man INFINITY TIMES THREE

[rcjohnso]

Don't mind Tara, everyone. She's just sexually threatened by me. (And she has poopy pants.)