john, my personal angel, tracy, is back and, true to form, so is my cappuccino before breakfast, so things are hunky dorry and a numbero uno in okieville this morning. looks like its fixinta (okie for preparing to get ready to propagate) rain a wee tad when you see the lokies don (no relation) their hip waders and petrol up (brit) their canoes.

night shift aide bundled my mouse pad in with my bedding and sent it to the laundry so christine bought me a new and nicer one. that'll learn ya graveyarders, patooie! on mondays she also brings me a caramel steamer, another coffee drink, but she makes me double-swallow to ensure clearing my vocal folds and she watches to make sure i do, bummer. can't thinka anyone i'd rather be watched by.

Last edited by Don Gaynor; 06/07/10 01:35 PM.