but she knew it really meant Paul Strobe I Love You....
Yes!!!!!
...I probably read that book way more than I should have...
I think I read it once. That was obviously more than enough.
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You know the saying that you "wouldn't know x if it bit you on the ass"? It did. Please to solve for x while I go find the cortisone cream and pop a Benedryl.
I want to go to the fair. But I hab a code. But it's a nice day. And the fair ends on Monday.
Me=Sad.
And HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Sail. Which I meant to say earlier. Before I whined about being bit on the bum actually. But on my Maslow hierarchy, the Physiological steamrolled the Love/Belonging. Dumbass hierarchy. Your birthday is way more important than an itchy rump.
Hee, thank you, Cass! I like your hierarchy (it's all about meee!!)
It's your day, Sail. All about yooooooooouuuuuuuu!
Fanny has been cortisoned with script-strength stuff and I am thinking nap already. I've been awake over an hour, does that mean nap or just going back to sleep? Whatever it is? I wants it.