Salute to America...
My 6th DSO has come and gone...well almost gone. The aftermath of the event is still very clearly exploded all over my little house of wares. *cringes*
DSO basically kicked my ass like it never has before...physically during set up and break down, emotionally during the actual event. It was a very cranky Krissy. I stepped in a pan and tripped and fell and it was crazy...I have a bruise like no other on my ass and it's as colorful as an oil spill. It turns out that this was the Final Destination of DSO's...What, with the guys all almost dying and everything.
I won some fishies at the Spree...I named them Elphaba and Glinda: with a Gah. They are cute little guys.
Happy 4th of July everyone...end of story.
DSO basically kicked my ass like it never has before...physically during set up and break down, emotionally during the actual event. It was a very cranky Krissy. I stepped in a pan and tripped and fell and it was crazy...I have a bruise like no other on my ass and it's as colorful as an oil spill. It turns out that this was the Final Destination of DSO's...What, with the guys all almost dying and everything.
I won some fishies at the Spree...I named them Elphaba and Glinda: with a Gah. They are cute little guys.
Happy 4th of July everyone...end of story.