INCOMING!!!!!

Ladies and Gentlecats, this is the weekend we all dread. It's comin' upon us, like a dread pirate swingin' 'is cutlass and we're backed up against the bulkhead! SNAP! POP! BOOM!
In preparation for this event, I suggest a few measures be taken:

1. Have your mom ensure that your favorite hidey-hole (in the closet, under the bed, in the linen cupboard, under the couch) is clean and well stocked with your distraction of choice, i.e., toys, your Gizzy, 'nip in some form.

2. For those of you who believe that "Better living through chemistry" is the way to manage these distresses, have your favorite mood-enhancer, hallucinogen, or knock-out drops to hand, er, paw.

3. A well-stocked feeding station: fresh water, copious amounts of your favorite crunchie or kibble, all the Stinky Goodness you could possibly need to assuage those anxious feelings and perhaps some HAM, real live dead shrimps and/or chick-hen. (preferably AND).

Do be prepared to remain in your refuge for some days. Beans tend to celebrate rather enthusiastically and may return home exhausted, sun-burned, inebriated, irritable and/or sick. (probably AND).

It can take a day or two or five for them to recover and begin taking notice of the world around them-which includes you-and you must be properly fortified against that time.

Now, having completed all your preparations, just sit back and relax. It's coming and there's nothing we can do about it. Except come out on the other side well-fed and well-rested. ::gloat::