How is the shoulder this morning, Hil? If you don't have to be awake go back to bed!

Hey guys! Why aren't you sleeping yet?

I might have been, by the time you said that. Sorry about volunteering situation, Shir, but I think vw is right: Uni first.

{{meara}} I'm sorry you are having such crappy drama. I have no wisdom for you.

Laura, it sounds like a move would do you good.

{{{{{{Bitches}}}}}

I have to get motivated to shovel snow. Thbbbpt.

Shoulder's still hurting, but not quite as badly as last night.

Ok, fifteen minutes of shoveling, and the headache that was almost gone, is back in full force. And the local newspaper whose parking lot is right next to our driveway, their snow-clearing crew has decided it is a good idea to restrict our ability to see while backing out of our driveway by piling up all the snow into our trees. I'm ticked off about the danger of not being able to see, and I'm ticked off about what I'm imagining it might do to the health of the trees to be all packed in snow and ice.

Shoulder's still hurting, but not quite as badly as last night.

I'm glad there's some improvement. I hope it heals up the rest of the way quick.

Sorry for the continuing sore shoulder, Hil.

And Andi, those newspaper people need to be smacked. Can you call their offices and lodge a complaint?

Anne, if you have molasses on hand you can make your own brown sugar. 1 tablespoon molasses to 1 cup sugar for light brown, 2 tablespoon molasses to 1 cup sugar for dark.

Gronk. Think I need to neti pot and do the hydrogen peroxide in ears thing today - not enough sleep for the last several days has me worried about that cold everyone has getting past my immune system.

Oh yeah, the molasses thing should work well. Also d, good plan with prevention. Shut those germs out.

he he ... Anne's "whoopsie" story reminds me of when I was in college and a visitor (friend of a friend at another college) was talking about when his mother redecorated their living room. The focal points were two large lamps with big, hand-painted silk shades. They had Chinese characters on them, were really beautiful, and she loved them. Then they had a Chinese visitor who took one look at the lamps and cracked up. The characters read, "arrogant rich".

Snerk, a Chinese friend of mine routinely had people bring him things written in Chinese to interpret. He was Jamaican and had no clue how to read Chinese, but he made up the greatest translations.