it took over 10 days for something to get from Consuela to me a couple of weeks ago, so I am sure you will get them.
Harrumph.
Fear the righteous fists and wee fearsome looking clowns.
Okay, no. Clowns can grow just fine, and will love their horse, how it's so.
Okay, putting on the righteous fists and tiny rage and going to sleep. Or, you know, the sense-making version of the layout.
eta: Kat, something with cheese, meat, and bread.
msbelle, I have no idea. That was dilaudid, not ita.
That's like the warning label on one of my medications telling me to be careful operating car-machines.
Seriously, that's what it says. I think I'm going to have to take a picture of it.
dilaudid is random. ita is less so.
Porto's has to wait until the weekend or next week, ita. Is that okay?
Ugh, ita, I'm sorry for your night, and hoping the morning is a properly medicated improvement. Between the snorer and the neck stick (and the wrongness of having to spend yet another night in the ER at all), you're desperately owed some good drugs and good rest.
Matilda's huddled in my lap, one hand to her forehead, whispering, "I feel sick."
dilaudid could produce some really out there poetry. ijs.
Porto's has to wait until the weekend or next week, ita. Is that okay?
I am okay with either.
JZ, how is matilda's sotto voce? She strikes me as thusly inclined at maybe a quick learner in the arts. Really.
OK! Bed. Really.
Dillo has been sick, but is better now. But he didn't want to get up this morning, so he told me, "I can't. I am too sick. I will be better in three minutes."
"I can't. I am too sick. I will be better in three minutes."
I've had mornings like that.