Tuesday, May 03, 2005


Wounded Again


It's not broken but it feels like a sprain, and I'm milking it for all I can get.

Tired, covered in ants (I found one CRAWLING ON ME but killed it before I could take a picture). Heading to bed.

With the dishcloths done, I shall now focus on Sophie. Pix tomorrow.


(See, Rebecca? I'm nice, saving the one post I actually had in me today for you. I'm a saint. Worship me.)

Ouch! I hope it doesnt' swell up. I hope her highness understands mum needs help now.

The ant got what he deserved.
All bow before the wise and wonderful Rabbitch... We're not worthy... We're not worthy... =)
Bourbon always works for me... cures all my ills (at the very least it makes then all silly). Hope the toesies mend quickly.

I did want to let you know that you are partialy responsible for my entering the world of the knittng bloguistas - your humor has kept me awake at work (and out of the loony bin). Rah rah Rabbitch!
I knew it was only a matter of time before I saw some foot pictures over here.
The Man Who Lives in the House with Rebecca has a foot fetish. Maybe this will cure him....bloody foot - ow.
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