Bad Puppy!

I'm not so sure about all these Worgen running around these days. Don't get me wrong, I'm a dog person, and I'm pretty open minded. Do we really know that much about them though? Just out of the blue we let them go where they please? Are these things even house trained? Yesterday for example, I was on my ale break at the Stonefire when a customer comes in complaining that a giant dog just peed on the mailbox out front. When we get out there all we see is this guy checking his mail. I asked him if maybe he had seen a giant dog or noticed the pee pooled all around the mailbox. He looks all shocked and tells me in some wacky, although admittedly handsome, accent that he has no idea what I'm talking about. I'm no detective mind ya, but I swear that guy had a squeeky toy in his backpack. Weirdo.

So anyways, we tell the guards about it and they say it's the fifth random pee comment they've received. Someone even peed on a gryphon! So they grumbled off with their rolled up newspapers to look for the culprit. I doubt they find them though.

The point of this is that I think it's these Worgen tinkling on our stuff. I tell ya, we don't know anything about them! The first time I step in Worgen poop I promise you the ole battle axe is comin' out of from under my bed. Keep yer feet on the ground, and yer Worgen off my lawn!


~Myra

Bread Is Great Cataclysm Comfort Food

I can't even begin to say how horrifying this Cataclysm has been. Yet, I also can't explain how unsurprising it all really is. I suppose if I died of shock over each crazy world changing event that happened around here then I never would have made it to the breakfast table as a kid. Oh, or I never would have enjoyed that day when Brandur Ironhammer and I skipped school to go try ale out behind the snow drifts. Now that was a great day! It's days like that I think of when the world goes to hell. I figure we'll get through the Cataclysm and life will go on and more memories will be made.

On a side note, if you're feeling down about the Cataclysm, you should try some Moist Cornbread. It's a great comfort food! Keep yer feet on the ground!

~ Myra

Pilgrim's Booty! I Mean Bounty!

Right when I thought the next earthquake or elemental was going to snap my last nerve... it's Pilgrim's Bounty! I am truly thankful for some positive news right about now. Really though, I'm thankful for the pumpkin pie. I'll tell ya right now though, I learned last year that it's very hard to sell bread when you have pumpkin pie in your hair. The moral here? Maybe I should hit the pie a little less hard this year. Maybe.

May you all have a delightful Pilgrim's Bounty with pie and cheer in abundance! Oh, and keep yer feet on the ground!

~Myra

The Day My Journal Burned!

I figure the best place to start is the day that the stupid fire elemental burned up my journal. I remember it like it was yesterday. Because it was. Thursday.

John Turner and I were taking a bit of a coffee break. We both work around the Ironforge bank and Auction House area, which means we're always tits deep in heroes and idiots. So we take a lot of breaks. Usually breaks involving whiskey. Anyways, John and I were hiding in the Stonefire Tavern chatting about when the next Brew of the Month Club delivery was expected then all of a sudden we hear this banshee screaming. Not a real banshee! It was Gwenna Firebrew screaming her lungs out. We all ran to the door, and that's when we saw the damn fire elemental.

I'm a bit ashamed to tell this next part, but papa didn't raise no fibber. I screamed like an effeminate gnome priest and ran. I had never screamed so loud, or shrilly, in my life. Granted, I've also never been so afraid in all my life neither. Now that I mention it though, it sort of sounded like John screaming. Hmm. Anyways, we both screamed and ran. Apparently in my haste to not tinkle in my new knickers, my journal came out of my pocket. I heard it hit the floor and turned around just in time to see it go up in flames.

As you probably read in my introduction, an adventurer came along and killed the elemental and life went on as usual. Except now I write my journal into this gadget box while Tinkmaster stares at me. Creepy li'l man. Anyhow, if you're around Ironforge stop by and say hey. I'll have plenty of fresh bread at great prices!

Keep yer feet on the ground!


~Myra