Wednesday, August 03, 2005
I miss my cuddly bucket of squish, Mr. Pants, MM's nephew. The cuddles are coming in a different format now, a less welcome one, the cloying cuddles of hot air molecules. Please be gone. I need to think. I am donning a multi-feathered headdress in honor of this occasion and spinninig around in circles. So far no thinking has come to me. I will wait.