I'm a big fan of Sudafed Shower Soothers, but they're more more nose than throat.

Well, we love you both, want you both to be happy, and will stay out of it.

Thirding, or whatever the number is up to now.

Thanks for the answers y'all. I fall mostly with Liese. Mr. Jane has met a few buffistas in person, and he gets along with them well, but I really would rather he not frequent here.

IRL I'm a kinda pick-your-battles sort of girl, so a lot of stuff that bugs me, I just let go of. But, I need somewhere to vent that. It's hard for me to vent it to people who know Mr. Jane, because, in truth, he is one of the nicest, friendliest just all around good guys you'd ever want to know. So I get a lot of, "But he's so great!" and "You are so lucky!" which is true, but I'm not feelin' that after he's forgotten to, say mail in our taxes. Even my mom will say, "I sure hope you're being nice to him."

Kat, I wish you and lori the best.

Everyone in my office is sick except for me. I'm going to be the one survivor who has to fight off hordes of snot monsters and flegm spewing demons to emerge from the building covered in goo, but triumphant.

Then I'll say something pithy, and the music will swell and the credits will roll.

The kiddoes are sick, too. I have to grin at them and offer hairpats, when really the appropriate response might be Lysol. I keep trying to remember which sick ones used which instruments so I can clean them, but I never do remember.

And speaking of venting, how irritated am I that I was up four hours before I had to be because the bus was *early*? Very irritated, that's how.

Then I'll say something pithy, and the music will swell and the credits will roll.

Love it!

"Coming this fall, Goo Monster XXVI, in Living Technicolour! Will our plucky heroine vanquish the fiends of phlegm ONCE AND FOR ALL?"

Well, we love you both, want you both to be happy, and will stay out of it.

Fourthing. And, gah, I'm so sorry. That's really too much to contend with all at once, and yet you're both doing it so gracefully.

Now I have to go glare extra-hard at Kat's mom and the extra-awful timing of her teenage flouncing.

Hmm. I don't think Technicolour is a word.

Off to the worky thingy.

I'm getting my hair cut after work. I don't know what I'm going to do, other than make it shorter.

Hmm. I don't think Technicolour is a word.

It's probably a brand name, which doesn't explain Mr. Lloyd Webber's usage.

I don't bow to Websterized spelling on nowt, me lass.

I wanna get new hair before SF, but I can't figure out when I can go. Maybe next Thursday. Just a trim and a color touch up, because she really did a good job last time, but I want to be perfect for my SFistas.