Although Ms M would like to point out that if she were stranded on a deserted Island she most certainly would not be opposed to having her search and rescue party chalked full of Vegans. After all, this is a powerful, brave and determined bunch. Throwing in the towel just isn’t in their DNA. She feels certain she would be rescued. Furthermore, if at all possible she would think it a good idea to embed oneself in a sweet yet vulnerable indigenous group of the four legged persuasion. A tactic that could drastically improve the chances of a swift recovery.
That being said, it makes her nervous when in a social environment more then one start to gather. Understandably this may explain why after receiving an invite to lunch from the BFF she was a bit hesitant. You see, the proposal of an enjoyable midday get together would include Prince Vegan.
Apparently her BFF and her newly found Prince had been held up in an undisclosed location under a blanket of what one might call a densely passionate fog of erotica.
So dangerously dense in fact that it was virtually impossible for the BFF to navigate safely through to find a phone and give Ms M a ring.
Its not that Ms M isn’t extremely grateful that at a very intense possible friendship dissolving moment this blessing of a romantic distraction materialized. Heaven only knows what would have happened to their Thelma and Louiseesque friendship if it hadn’t occurred. The fact is she was slightly miffed at the aforementioned for not even bothering to call to see how she was doing. After all, she had collapsed in the most humiliating way at a highly populated holiday gathering. For all the BFF knew she could be lying in a hospital somewhere with a semi permanent case of amnesia. Just lying there for three weeks waiting for her dearest friend of 13 years to make an entrance and jar her memory. But no, not even a text.


“what one might call a densely passionate fog of erotica,” LOL! I love these people, er, dogs and people. Fabulous!