I no longer hate that song, but only because Hec and I have started filking it. We've only gotten as far as dancing Matilda around the room singing "Whatcha gonna do with all that cute? All that cute in your patoot?" but it's already much more bearable than Fergie's version.

It's entirely possible that Matilda will be the most filked-upon baby ever.

I still smell like Cuban food. It's more pervasive than cigarette smoke, dude.

When did you eat it, ita? IME Cuban food has a three-day afterlife.

A couple hours ago. It's in my clothes! I can't imagine how my breath reeks.

poor ita!

I keep coffee grounds in my purse to ward off migraine triggers. Works if I'm quick.

What a fantabulous idea ita! I may have to carry coffee with me now. I wonder if it would work at all for my friend with asthma. Did you think this up yourself, or is there actual research on it?

Have a good day, ChiKat!!

I am so late this morning, ugh. And yet? Still doing my leisurely routine.

I'm awake because The Sick made it hard to sleep last night.

Also, The Sick does not like cuban food as I felt roogey all night.

Stupid Sick.

Also, since ita was being pushy about a certain picture, eta and now it's gone.

Stupid sick is right.

It's monday, it's rainy and gross and the server is dead. Whee?

This morning's NPR induced dream involved my car being blown up in the parking garage and then being lectured by my not!boss about unsecured wireless ( even though I was using dialup) allowing Starbucks customers access to our network which is why flickr is painfully slow to load at work.

Well, NPR was responsible for the first. The rest? No clue.