I've been on the phone all morning making various arrangements for little Oreo who will soon (on Sunday) be decamping for her new home in Cadiz, Kentucky. I hesitate to admit how very close I came to adopting her myself. That is one furry little face (with crazy curly whiskers and dark knowing eyes) that is awfully hard to resist.
As it is, I will be minding her until tonight at 8:00 p.m. when another friend will pick her up and babysit her until Sunday when we can unite her with her new mom and dad (currently on a trip to Orlando).
I cannot personally babysit until Sunday because I, along with three intrepid friends, will be on a mission. A mission to the flat lands of central Illinois. A mission to investigate an incredible story. We'll be crossing over into another dimension. A fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination.
It is an area which we call the The Forty Thousand Song Karaoke Machine (with complimentary tequila).