Okay, on Saturday, Robin and Kathleen, the artist, took Chet out for a tacky tourist day. Ferret. I cannot begin to tell you what their itinerary was. It was just way to wild. I can tell you however, they I received random calls all day with a little boy on the other end of the line giggling and girls yelling in the background. During one of the calls, I heard one of the gals holler out that they were now lost on the highway somewhere. Ferret. This is what I do remember. Ferret. There was very little to do with ferrets that day other than the random SuperTonks movie that they made. I remember them visiting various movie studios and sites. I don't know a thing about Cacaland so I cannot share that with you. They will have to. I know that Chet put his hands and feet into the concrete that Harrison Ford marked. And he spotted quite a few stars (the kind on the sidewalk). Chet got to pose with stars like Cat Woman, and various Star Wars characters as they walked through the streets. I think he saw Superman, and Elvis actually kissed Robin. They had lunch at this famous place called Pink's Hot Dogs. Ferret. And um, gosh I'm sorry this post is really horrible. Ferret. But I wasn't there and there was just so much that day. Not to mention the "sisters" treated Sean to lots of fun during the week all the way from Cacaland to make him feel better about his big brother leaving. Sean had his own big day that Saturday. So I was watching this little boy blast away with a gun that shoots hard rubber bouncy balls in a dark room/arena. I had to really pay attention and squint because it was only lit up with black lights. The game was called phaserball, and it was really neat. At that very same time, I had the gang on the phone from Cacaland and was trying to talk to them. I was trying to act interested in Sean and intermittently yell "Way to go son", and in the same breath say to Chet who was on the phone, "Really? Wow, that's way cool.". Let's not forget the big baby, Scott, who was constantly pulling at my sleeve asking me, "What'd he say, what'd he say". Ferret. I'm drawing a blank now. Ferret. Ah! How could I forget the horrible practical joke that they all played on me. Now when I tell you this, you're going to think I've absolutely lost it when I tell you that Scott and I fell for it. But you weren't there to hear how this was told to me, and how a group of FML'ers already knew that they had engaged in what they told me they had. There were notes from Kat Parsons, Reb McFarlane, and Deva on the internet already flying by the time I went to tell anyone about it. I was told that Chet got a tatoo on Venice beach, where they had spent much of the day. I had never heard Robin speak in the tone that she did when she told me. Reb freaked out that this was done off the street per say. Kat, was ... convincing. And the best part was yet to come. PHOTOS proving it! Yup, they went to the extent of seeing up photos of him in the process of being tatooed by a tatoo artist to "proove" that he got one that day. I remember Scott half collapsing in a chair, looking grim. Then I saw his face changing before me as he mulled things over. He finally looked up at me and in this weak voice says, "Well, it's not so bad really. I mean this was a huge thing in his life, going out there with Robin and all. And so if he was to ever sneak a tatoo for anything, this would be the best time I could think of. And, well, it's not a big one. I'm not mad really. I'm kinda getting used to it. What about you?" Poor Wolfy girl was so messed up in the head over the whole thing. On one hand, I "knew" that never would Robin do such a thing. It's so against her personality and values. On the other, I believed she was telling the truth. And there were pictures. I was nearly walking around mumbling to myself trying to work it out in my mind. Do they have a pill for that? Ferret. Wolfy [Posted in FML issue 5237]