Be honest... now that you've recovered... there is at least a teeny tiny part of you that is happy you had whooping cough, isn't there?
No. Because I did not get the toy surprise. And I could do without knowing you can cough hard enough to puke. A lot.
But, yeah. It's definitely more memorable than yet another go round of bronchitis.
How far from Ashland to Portland? I know I've done the drive but it was long ago.
It's about 275 miles. Too long for me to have yelled at the audio version of Half-Blood Prince because the flashbacks were annoying me but not long enough, by far, for me to have finished the book.
Um, who or what is Belinda?
It's worse than any of ita's links. And the postal worker agreed.
Has anyone written the fic where the Winchesters hunt Belinda? Or might it be too much for them?
See, now I'm imagining fic where Bobby has Belinda (a gift to his wife from one of her aunts), and the Wee!Chesters find Belinda stuffed in the back of a closet or something.
Do not look into a mirror and say "Belinda" three times.
Thanks for that Bloody Mary craving. I don't have the things that are needed to make one!
the Wee!Chesters find Belinda stuffed in the back of a closet or something.
Thereby explaining the bulk of their emotional damage.
Behold the horror which is...Belinda!
it's worse than any of ita's links.
I know better than to click on ita's links. I have yet to see one.
Thanks for that Bloody Mary craving.
You're ... welcome? I've been craving one all day.
Behold the horror which is...Belinda!
I really can't decide. Could it be worse than the vertigo?
Ahhhhhhhh!
We should get a pic of Belinda up on flickr and work to make it high up on the image search for Belinda. ijs. More people need scarring.