Cleaning igloo, I think. Our mini avalanche dropped on the front door of the ski lodge and required a rescue effort on our part. Some poor dears got buried on the doorstep, one of them a Gorn! I never thought those big lizards liked cold weather, but with the advent of forcebelts just about anyone can be found anywhere just so long as climate conditions are within Terrestrial norms. I hope he didn't lose his power cell in the mess though.

And we rescued a Commodore! That was so cool and even though we didn't get his name I dropped our ship name and I bet medals are on the way.

So after we dug everybody out we settled into the lobby downstairs. Milton whipped up some hot chocolate in the kitchen in back while Tarra and I talked little things. Gloriously unimportant things. It's wonderful to feel this good again. Well maybe it was important, I mean baby names are important especially with a litter of six on the way. And some JERK tried to push my Milton around in the hallway! Honestly, how DARE he push around a Hero like Milton? I daresay he won't be bothering anyone else after the pummeling Tarra and I laid out.

So anyway, I managed to rescue Commander t'Resan from a mob of jokers who mistook her for my old co-star S'Lutt from when I was still, um, doing film. It turns out that S'Lutt was barred from Risa due to catching an unfortunate occupational hazard. I told her that it was time to leave that business but damn if she'd listen to me. I wish she'd answer my mails, I hope she'll be okay... I did take the job she was supposed to do however, a clean one this time, just hosting a charity bachelor auction. But after we dropped off the cubs at daycare things get a little fuzzy. I do remember distracting the mob, I do remember going to shop for clothes as Kinks & Giggles, but after that I woke up in Sickbay with a splitting headache and the news that I had indeed hosted the show in full colours, and um, now everyone knows I paid my way through school doing dirty bondage movies. My mortification knows no bounds, and Goddess help my mother when she finds out. I don't know what will come closer to killing her, the knowledge that her daughter is in the X-rated section of video stores everywhere or that her entire family brushed me off. No way was I going to wait tables for minimum wage when dancing naked on them paid 500cr per night plus tips.

The scariest thing is that Commander t'Resan clobbered me in the back of the head with a fire extinguisher after we tried her out in a costume for the show. I mean it was so perfect, Lera's the spitting image of S'Lutt and the whole thing could have been a wonderful charity event without so much as a hitch but she smashed me from behind and I nearly lost my cubs. Bless Tarra and Cosmos, Tarra now carries one of my sets of twins and everyone's been so supportive. Especially Milton, even though I think I spooked him a bit when I suggested I might put him over my knee and worked as a professional dominatrix, maybe I'll make it up to him and drape myself over his knee when he comes over tonight. I still have that leash and collar with that cute little kitty bell somewhere...