Now I don’t want ice cream or cancer.
PS. I swore I’d never start twittering and now I’m totally doing it. If you don’t know what twittering is, I can’t help you because I don’t get it either. Apparently you can use it to broadcast whatever you’re doing but you only have 140 letters to do it. So it’s like a blog, but worse. I don’t know what I’m doing there but if you want to read shit like “Did you ever notice how many of the old Scooby Doo episodes involved real estate fraud? Was that a big problem in the 70’s?” and “I may have swallowed a needle” then it’s totally the place for you.
PPS. Victor swears that I didn’t swallow a needle because he put all the needles in another water bottle that he thinks he probably threw away. Regardless, he totally yelled at me over the phone for being the kind of person who might accidentally swallow a needle because she doesn’t pay attention to what she’s drinking. Not very supportive for a guy whose wife just swallowed a needle. Also I think he might be trying to kill me. I mean, he just happens to leave a water bottle filled with needles on the counter on the very same day he’s flying to another State? I’m not checking the mailbox while he’s gone either in case there’s a python in there.
PPPS. Victor is coming home today, burglars-who-want-to-burgle-me, so just quit it.
Comment of the day: Well, it’s better than “Together we can lick Herpes.” ~ Melissa