doggio, dear, that’s an awful joke. Tell your mom to send more. 
Happy Birthday, Herbgirl!!!
I’m laughing with you, Drae, really. Even without having met you, I can picture the accident. Hope you feel better really quickly. (Seems like I bruised my tailbone a long time ago; can’t remember how. Maybe a slip on the sidewalk in the winter or something equally graceful?)
Lovely refrigerator interior you have there dogb.
Hi ems!
I think Meeks is going to that mysterious building to overcome her pathological fear of basements.
Congrats on the new nephew, Shibb! Yay!
Which reminds me: where’s that Rue keeping himself?
I’ve decided that my new cabinet will go without the glass door. It’s awfully heavy and I can’t imagine opening multiple times every day. So the shelves in the top half will stay open. I’m storing stuff that moves around a lot there (glasses and mugs), so it won’t get very dusty.
Oh, and Spats, the puns were rather awful as well. I hear Sean really liked them.

They’re letting Roundboy hand out work? Are they nuts? Even I know it’s not a good idea.
BibKitty, I don’t have cable any more (well, except for my internet connection), so I’ll be watching the new season of MI-5 when it comes out on DVD. ::Le sigh::
I definitely prefer Austen to any of the Brontës. (Also not acquainted with Anne, but I don’t really like Jane Eyre any more, and thought Wuthering Heights was, well, meh.
I’m sure there was more, but I’m getting sleepy… Later.
GT