(Sometimes when I am killing Chillmaw for my Argent Tournament dailies, I send my slime after the dragon and shout, “Slime … A-WAY!” It amuses me to no end.)
Ironically, I am leaving in just a few hours (early early Sunday morning) to fly to California — two days late for BlizzCon but just in time to ramp up for a major new contract my husband and I are taking. And we’re headed to San Francisco anyway, not Orange County, but it’s still ironic.