Bridget, Car-girl, & the Invisible Pizza Hut

As usual for Thursday's, Car-girl & I went out to the Invisible Pizza Hut to pick up the deluxe & delightful vixen-foxen known also as the Bumble Bee Girl. Before that, we picked up a food basket at the Invisible Food Bank, decrepit building just over the Vie Dock. Having come too early, (not due until Aug. 22), we went to Joe's office for a referral; he was out running errands, didn't show up; we went to the Invisible Catholic Church, where I informed Tim of Eccle's position on the mind-body problem.

In my free time, I worked a little on Ch.9 of Noc-Lar. Wow! This thing is turning out, once more, to be highly anti-formlaic -- I'll need the help of Critters on this.

Then, huge crowds at the Invisible Pizza Hut made Trish very, very late getting off work, & Bridget got into a shouting match with her -- over me. I hadn't been paying attention; Car-girl was: apparently, the false accusation was made that Trish had spent too much time talking to me -- whereas in fact, she was in-line for the women's room, & Bridget deliberately cut in front of her.

When we arrived at our house, Trish took a quick (for her) shower, then headed out with Car-girl, who wants us not to visit Trish at work -- though I was there for the buffet, which Brandy kindly gave me free.

Also, I did notice that there were a lot of plates that came in from a large party, a grandma, mom, & about 4-5 kids, all at the last minute, & that the lobby wasn't completely dead after the buffet closed.

I'm going to check my Yahoo mail, then give Trish a chance to screw with this thing. She's been having nightmares about Bridget, she just informed me.