birthday hugs should be strong and full of happy energy, but seeing as you are still recovering, I went easy - still wanted you to feel the love ❤ I am so glad you got it in time for the flight back :) and look forward to many more adventures with ya. I sent you an "extra soft" one so you can have one on hand and well, sometimes the soft ones release the most feathers! OMG ! You should have told me was filming us all. Know everyone can see how into it we got :D it is never to late - pillow fights can break out at any time and start the fun all over again :) nothing like laughing and feathers - a good pillow fight just releases all that good stuff and tires you out in the bestest of ways :)

Thanks.

I couldn't sleep at 3:00 in the morning so I went shopping and bought up every bunny pillow in the marketplace and have been sending them off. I got half of them thrown at Lair Bears and suddenly remembered the great grandpapa billy story and had to write that out. By that time, my herbal tea had taken effect and I was able to finally get to sleep at about 5:00 AM. I slept in till 10:00. I hate ADHD so much. If you didn't get smacked with a pillow from me, let me know and I whallup you one.

Hey (blam-blam-blam) That's a great adea about having a SLEEPOVER!! I'll get Welly to make us s'mores, and mimosas and fudge and pizza and tamales! And we can tell ghost stories and giggle about the boys in our lives cause I've got some stories to tell on Weldon! HA!

( approaches Weldon ) Hiya sweetheart, would you be willing to make some snacks for the Lair Bears tonight? Seems we might be having a sleep over. Can you bring them over to the Lair right away?"

What did you volunteer me for?

Um, s'mores, mimosas, fudge strawberry shortcake with whipped cream and pizza and tamales with all the fixings.

On one condition...that you do not tell the story of how I crashed my flyer and stood naked in the field while my underpants burned hanging from the guy wires.

: asked me if we're having a pillow fight or a sleepover. I said both. I'm sure we can all stretch out on the floor of the Lair once we eventually need to sleep. I'm bringing tamales, pizza, fudge, strawberry shortcake and mimosas. I think we can tell ghost stories or funny stories about our mates. I have a great story about Weldon and when he crashed his flier and lost his underpants in a fire.

What are you bringing?

What kind of story can you tell? It's either gotta be scary or a funny tattle-tale on your significant other.

I got more pillows to tosss if I haven't knocked out one of your teeth yet, let me know!

Thank you for the pillows! So soft and comfy I just had to snuggle them and I fell asleep :o :) Oh a pillow fight? I think I will go back to the corner and sleep er snuggle the pillow

Wanders into the lair clutching 5 pillows...did somebody say strawberry shortcake??

: Welly made fresh strawberry shortcake with strawberries from Watsonville, the best strawberries IN THE WORLD! He also made fudge and mimosas and tamales! What are you bringing?

: Awe, I promise I won't hit you...much...and I'll toss only floomphy pillows. But you gotta tell a funny story or scary story. The more embarrassing or more scarier it is, the better!

Really 2 surgeries on each hand, wasnt bad. My foot was very painful. my carpal tunnel was only at the wrist, they didnt have to open either palm, just about 1/4 inch on each wrist and Dr did it in the crease of the wrists. So I cant even really seem them any more. The thumb hurt more, but hay pain medicine helped with both surgeries on each hand, plus elevating to help with swelling. I just refused to have 4 separate heaing times, and be out of commission for each one. I didnt regret my decision after the first hand, so did the same on the other and real glad I did.

well that all sounds delicious! I’ll bring chips and fresh made pico de gallo :)

: what an ordeal. Any discoveries what may have caused too your hand issues? Did you have a job where repetitive stress precipitated an injury?

: OOoooh. That sounds nummy! I love chips and pico! That'll go great with tamales!

my embarrassing Weldon Story

Weldon’s Crash

I’ll get the stories started because I was the one who ran with this idea after Dragonrider88 asked if we were having a pillow fight or a slumber party and I thought we could have both.

I don’t like scary stories because I’ve lived some really scary stories during our civil war. I think the scariest was thinking that Weldon was dead, shot down behind enemy lines. That’s another story for another time….so here goes, a funny, embarrassing tale about my mate so that we can giggle at his expense, because he is after all a boy and they are easy targets and therefore need us to howl derisive laughter their way to keep them in check.

Captain Lizzy Leastweasel is the head of research and development for the Watcher High Command. She can invent almost anything and make it out of abandoned human machine parts and scrap. She invented a dirigible from old parachutes, welding gas and gasoline chainsaw engines. She invented tiny microultralight fliers out of nylon ripstop and even smaller chainsaw engines. The purpose for the fliers was for air reconnaissance of our enemy during the civil war. The problem was that Lizzy was not cleared to fly due to pregnancy difficulties. So, they recruited their best Watcher to learn to fly Lizzy’s new machine…Namely Weldon.

Major Weldon did what any well-respected officer in the Watcher Corps would do when given his new commission, he told the General he was nuts, with all due respect.

But Weldon also did what he always does, he followed orders, got as much information as he could about flying from the good Captain, strapped himself in and took off on his first flight.

His sudden return to earth moments later will go down as Weldon’s first crash.

I was called out of the field first aid station nearby to help in case the Major was injured (I was a very young adolescent healer’s apprentice at the time) and was the first healer on the scene. What I saw took my breath away.

The crash caused Lizzy’s very well-crafted machine to flex and strain in ways that it was designed to to absorb the energy of impact. Consequently, the machine suffered little damage. But the pilot was bounced around pretty well and looking up, I saw Weldon hanging upside-down by one leg that was twisted up in his trousers as well as being twisted up in the guy-wires of the wing struts, his glorious and handsome bottom in full view of the Maker and everybody else. I took out a piece of paper and a pencil and quickly sketched the scene as Weldon attempted to free himself.

He was eventually successful after some minor tweaks to the aircraft and he became flight instructor for a force of 26 aircraft at the height of our war with the Black Arrow.

And that is how Weldon earned a very special medal for his pioneering efforts as the first wee creature to successfully fly an aircraft. The medal had the picture of a naked weasel flying an aircraft that looked like underpants and it was inscribed, “Flying By The Seat Of Their Pants” Watcher Air Corps.

This is a true story you know…I’m not making any of this up.

Oh, brother. I look like such a doofus in that drawing! No, my darling Welly, you are so precious in that picture. So your bottom showed to the entire flight crew and all the little female healer's apprentices. You were barring your butt to save our world! You were trying something no other little animal in the world has every done, fly a machine! You are a hero! And you're a great anatomy lesson!

You know, underthingies were standard issue uniform during this time...why weren't you wearing underthingies?

Three things happened in that crash that took place almost immediately. 1. I hit the ground and was thrown from my seat. The rope tied around my waste pealed off my trousers and underpants as I hit the dirt. 2. I bounced off the ground back up into the wing struts of the still moving plane as it crashed around me. My trousers ejected my underpants into the blade of the propeller turning my new skivvies into confetti, the exhaust from the engine caught the dust of underpants on fire and immolated my boy-panties into vapor, and 3. The seat-rope whipped around my leg and one of the guy wires just as the plane jerked to a grinding halt, tying me and my pants to the wing strut. Gravity jerked the knot tight around my ankle leaving me hanging upside down with my naked butt exposed. and yes, it was naked, all the fur was shaved off my right cheek by the strut wires.

(kisses Weldon tenderly) My little hero. every little girl weasel in our tribe wanted to marry you after I showed them that picture. You're famous! You have the most famous rear end in the Glen Meadow Watershed!

You're really enjoying this aren't you?

And so are you my darling......

hehehe - great TRUE story of Weldon's flight. Thank goodness he was not injured! Well except maybe his pride. I love listening to stories and reading stories...settling into all my pillows with snacks and a mimosa...drifting off thinking...this is better than falling asleep under a piano in my ballgown....

Thank you and and for the pillows???

Carpal tunnel for me, I was told by Dr after they did a test. That 85% is hereditary, who knew carpal tunnel can be hereditary. The trapezium bone removal was because arthritis had deteriorated the cartilage in the join on both hands, again my Mom and grandma had the same issue so I have to chalk that up to hereditary too. Plus I love crocheting a lot, and on laptop. I was shocked dr didnt say carpal tunnel wasnt from those 2 activities, LOL.

: started it! It was that said Sleepover. And Weldon made all this food! I'm just the cute little innocent weasel-girl here.

Cute little weasel-girl covered in feathers, with spilled mimosa and strawberries and taco sauce all down the front of her pretty peignoir sleep-over set.

: Truth be told, Weldon puts up a fuss about that story, but he is very proud of his part in it and he actually tells all the new pilot training candidates that story, much better than I can tell it. And yes, having a pile of pillows, cookies and a mimosa is much better than whatever was spilled on the ballroom floor under the piano in a ballroom gown. Here at least you can get kisses and hugs goodnight from your friends. Maybe even a fluffy tail to pat.

: Have I whacked you with a pillow yet? Grab your pillow and a mimosa and tell us a story.

: Mark's carpel tunnel is genetic, his daddy Bill had it and his daughter Dannygyrrl has it. Big blocky square wrist bones. Started hurting at age 26.

My 2 surviving sisters, my mom, grandma and I all have it. Of my 2 sisters, and I was the one brave enough to do surgery. I had no choice I was miserable with pain in my hands. I finally convinced, one of my sisters to do the surgery. She is happy she finally did, and she is doing well.

There seems to be a pillow fight in the air! I thought I saw you peeking around the corner and couldn't help myself....

Definite feeling the love thank you for being such a consistent and sweet friend

Apparently I missed a pillow fight yesterday. I was wondering why there were pillows in the inventory lol We had some friends over and were playing a session of D&D almsot all day.

How is everyone?

sits on a big pile of pillows Now I can make a pillow fort! :D munches on the goodies that Weldon brought while listening to the wonderfully funny story being told Great picture!!

[edit] You tossed your into the rift and a moment of calm is followed by a flash of red lightning, before the rift shoots out !

Hmm, does someone inside the rift want to join us in our sleepover? Looks like they brought ice cream!

Oh well, anything that has "fight" in it's name is something I'd want to participate.

, thx for the pillows, i will sleep sooo good tonight :)