Dear Friends...

{Black Sheep Avatar in middle hand-drawn by Meme as we fomented "The Black Sheep Rebellion of C1"} we tell time by Clutch numbers, C1, C2...


Respected Readers,

You all remember our MOD friends, right? From Molly the Owl, when we watched her raise two clutches and stayed up all hours of the days and nights together...complete strangers from across the country - from across the WORLD - all becoming wacky friends in the wee hours of the night as we learned to negotiate TWITTER and USTREAM and social networking in general? And how we became closer than anyone has a right to be...and how we all either bought ourselves or were gifted flannel owlie pajamas from TARGET that one winter season and they couldn't figure out why THOSE PAJAMAS, of all the things you can buy at TARGET kept getting sold out? But it was because we had Molly Owlie Pajama parties and cyber-snacks and Molly Movie Night and Typonese when we got so sleepy we got too Stupis to even know where the owls were? On the screen or outside? (In this case, on the screen and INSIDE as Taj Mahal learned to IMITATE Molly scaring the #@! outta mom one night when she heard Molly NOT coming from INSIDE the laptop...) Until she did some research and discovered there are "pigs with benefits" who can actually chirp like birds but they are usually
female but not TAJ! AND WHO COULD FORGET THE GREAT BLACK SHEEP REBELLION?

Centered here is Meme's Black Sheep Avatar she drew herself. Around her, animals and an owl...and all of us...
who love her very much.

Wednesday, Meme, you will be in our prayers...and your mom will be taking care of you. We know it for sure.

We need you. We love you. And, Lord knows, not many people understands our mommy the way YOU do!
Takes a Southern woman to "get" a Southern woman! (Not in the Biblical sense, mind you...)

Meme, Angels Surround You. Light surrounds you. Please let us all hold you in our hearts until yours is fixed.
Same thing goes for Christine, Giz, and all you peeps in peril, pain, and heartache as many of us have lost loved ones this year and this is our first holiday season without them...HAND us the oars and let us row for you. And if you believe in God, we will hand Our oars over to Him or Her...we will all sit in the boat with you in Those Rough Waters...and Hold You as Our Very Own.

So don't EVEN THINK ABOUT MAKING US CRY OR WE WE WILL COME AFTER YOU ON our naughty MAGIC BROOMSTICKS!

row...
row...
row...
it really is easy.
you just say: row.