Cassy and Livvy are home now, finally. The FBI man said NOTHING when he dropped them off. Cassy's slept two days straight; she naps only facing the east coast where her OLIVER is... My credit card somehow looks much thinner, as though it has been run through many, MANY machines. I missed my fur-babies so much, and my credit card, too, although differently you understand.

Livvy calls Massachusettes nightly, and her eyes tear whenever she sees a shrimp (do I even want to know what that's all about?). She had me help her attach a stamp to a passionate valentine earlier... The romance is still on but I don't get a straight answer from any one about tuna, tangos, or even true love.

Sandra, I pray your Oliver got home safe and sound, also?

[What's this I hear that they're planning a St. Patrick's Day rendezvous in St. Louis????? Cassy says he's staying home, Livvy and Oliver are sickening to be with!]