Priceless. My first thought upon further read, was "uh oh, daddies last, night-time discussion has birthed a whole new world of destruction and mayhem". Ya just can't win.
Loved it all, but the flower munching hippie (I live in the center of that universe and have been referred to similar fare by the less-than-very liberal) and the diva cracking the earth were the cat's guffaw (better than a meow by 10).
Hehe, I love to throw around hippy style insults. If only because at heart I believe that I am a bit!!
I will take a cats guffaw!
Much better than a furball. And I think we're all hippies somewhere at heart.