I know you're all waiting for this update: the cat jumped off the cage and proceeded to hop on the ottoman, draping herself across my ankle.
I am the lamest of them all. Fear me. Or not. At least the four of you are on the West Coast. I've moved from bad TV to infomercials. I know, now you're
really
jealous.
Hi Alibelle! eta (and Eddie, and MFNlaw!)
Also, I apparently look really pretty when I'm feverish, since I almost always get several compliments.
Well, sure. I always say, nothing says sexy to me quite as strongly as contagiousness does.
t waves to Perkins, Alibelle and Eddie
nothing says sexy to me quite as strongly as contagiousness does.
Until you compare it to ringworm. Then all bets are off.
I have to say I fear the power of the Natter. This conversation about fevers has its roots in ita's unfortunate post this morning about fainting ita "What Happens in Natter 35 Stays in Natter 35" May 6, 2005 6:15:53 am PDT nearly 18 hours ago!
I think that might be the power of ita, but I could be wrong.
If I am wise, then Perkins is right. The power of ita supplants the power of Natter, for ita (and others who do things with computers I'll never understand) built the Natter.
...and it was good
The Book of Phoenix Genesis 1:1 (NSV)*
*New Stompy Version
And on that note, I'm taking myself and my brood off to bed. DF will stay on the couch, since I've woken him twice and received no response.
'Night to those who are still awake.
edit: "I" before "e" except after "c," dummy. Sleep is definitely in order.