Fischer the Cat was overjoyed yesterday when I finally dislodged my rear from (what he thinks is his) couch.
That's right - I don't want to jinx anything - but I am pretty sure my baby and I both have emerged from Sickville.
Which means, I can finally think through my writing without a feverish haze making me sound funnier to myself than I really am.
Therefore, the blogposts should improve. I'm hoping.
Here's to hoping.
Peace.
Glad to hear the two of you are feeling better.
ReplyDeleteI too am on my way to Wellville.
So we can be done fighting now.
I was without Kimbo for three days because of you, so we are technically still fighting. I won't bring over a pitchfork, but I might leave you a scary toaster oven.
ReplyDeleteOh lele... only you would know how to truly strike fear into my heart!
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