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I's afeared of allergies and overswelling of the compartments, but if you marked the borders and it feels softer, I'll quit stressing now.  You've got that job well in hand, anyhow, and there's no extree pay for both of us doing it. 

don'twishatall I could be at V's lurkshop.  sniff.

He took them away, and I dis-disGracied into my nightgown. Now will return to my regularly scheduled work. Darnation. Vacuumed the keyboard, and there's still something sticking under the goshdarned :R:

 

EDIT: if Vampling's arm keeps swelling, you best panic.  I'm not kidding.  Take him to the ER, or give him a bunch of Benadryl Foist and then take him back in. 

At that picture, even before I read the caption.  No thanks atall for that.

I hate shurk, even though I lubs my job.  Hates to werk, presshush.  My ankles look like footballs, and I'm wiped and only half done with my shift.  Grrr.  Plus DH was supposed to be watching the kids, and he's not really, because he has the misconception that they can be in charge of themselves somewhat.  Right.  That's right!  That's why I have to only work when you're home, geniazz.  (I love DH, truly, but this is too much!)

Groundhog Day, Whinges.  That's the werst movie, and that's no cavespeak, because it portrays the real frustrations of being alive.  everdamthing is over and over again without end.

Did you say something, Spam?  Something about the bozz?  I can't quite remember how you feel about him.

If you fall into a certain tax category the adults are only $300. I don't remember the rules. Maybe they did yours wrong, Spamela.

 I spent all of W's $$  in one day without going anywhere.  Bills.

Gerard Butler, Harry Connick Jr. and Ireland in one movie? Made it bearable.

OK, how much is Gerry in the movie, because I could just mute and fast forward whenever he and Harry weren't onscreen. I am in need of a Gerard Butler fix, but I'm not sure I'm up for 300. Probably more up for that than crying my eyes out over a movie.

Sure wish I'd fix this stupid "R" key.

On the dance recital, Goo.  Who is this Carrie of whom you speak?

 Gator, I'm not interested in either of your chick flicks. The dresses one doesn't look cute, and the other I'm in for Gerard Butler.  Except he's dead, and I'm sure to cry, and we don't watch tear jerkers aporpoise these days.  Nada.

Easy Reader...

 Yep, that's who he'll be for life.

 

disGracie, maybe caffiene isn't watt ya need.  Ever think about sleep?

 

Well, I got me some of that, but it seems I can't ever get enough.  Maybe I'll give it one more week before I freak out.  Seriously.  I sit down, I fall asleep.  I put Dizzy down for a nap, and I'm asleep.  This is okay-ish, but is not producing wip pages atall.   

I'm not sure if I want to resume the Pepsi only diet, as I'm no longer looking like the Michelin man from the knee down, and my belly's no longer bloated either.

 

However, I don't think my muse can work without caffeine.

 

Did I mention I'm terminally tired?  I'm sure I have, but just in case--  I am terminally tired. 

It's Puffs Plus and Maalox we need to invest in at this cave.  Oh, and Chapstik, as granny eats it or something.  Dadburned headache!  It's the OBM around here again.  Make it stop!