Fug Fotos. Finally.

So I beat the computer gremlins, and here are the long awaited fug photos.

Since there's nothing exciting in the town I live in, so I took the fug to visit my brother in Minneapolis/St. Paul. He took the fug and I to the Mall of America.

First, I tried to find shoes that would match the fug.
They're glittery gold wedge heels. Loud and perfect for the fug. :D
Then we went to Leggo Land. I tried to feed the fug to a dinosaur.
He didn't want it.
So then I went and found Harry Potter.
Am I invisible? Am I?
Last, we went to see the chapel of Love. Because you can't go to the MOA without seeing where people get married. In a mall.


So there you are. The Fug's trip to the MOA.

Oh my.

It's here!

It arrived yesterday.

Wow. It's the most fuggliest thing I've ever seen!

I can't wait to work on it. I've got plans. *evil laugh*

I Left My Fug in San Francisco....

The Fug spent an uneventful week sitting on my coffee table but yesterday, we left the suburbs and made a special trip to the City by the Bay, San Francisco.

The Fug in front of City Hall. Earlier in the day, there were thousands of people here for a Protest Rally, but the Fug only knows peace. City Hall is one of the City landmarks destroyed in the great 1906 Earthquake.


The Fug accompanied me to the Orpheum theater to see the "Light in the Piazza". We enjoyed the show and left hungry for Italian food.

After the show, we took a detour to view the famous San Francisco fog rolling in over the Golden Gate Bridge.


After siteseeing, I let the Fug drive home via North Beach, home of San Francisco's Little Italy and birthplace of the Bohemian/Beatnik movement.

Today the Fug is packing up to move on to her next destination. Stay tuned to see where she will pop up next on her world adventure!

Next Lucky Fugger?

If you've got a scheduling conflict which might prevent you from giving your Ballz-Out Best (or worst, however you want to think about it) to The Fug, lemme know ASAP. I'll have Beebie draw the next name tomorrow and will alert the Lucky Playah!

How cute do you gals look draped in FUG? It's a fuggin' phenomenon.

The FUG Returns to California

Today a pouch arrived from Australia with several chocolate bars featuring Australian animals on them. The Dingo was the first to go.

The Fug's power is overwhelming--it's scented of exotic lands far away. I cannot resist putting it on my head.

Nothin' more sexy than a woman wearing something that looks like regurgitated frozen peas and carrots on her head...

Knowing that their time together will be brief, Cpurl vows to cherish her time with the Fug.