I am now officially addicted to a site I visited for the first time yesterday. And of course I'm worried about myself, because there's probably no 12-step program for addictive personality as strong as all that. You have to go see it, because she's sick today and trying for 100 sympathy posts. I can totally respect that.
I'm sick today too. I'm not just saying that for the posts. But PLEASE post your condolences. It would be ever so pathetic if I helped the navel gazing goddess reach 100 posts and then I had, like, one.
My sickness is like this: fever, pounding inner ear, and most importantly, I have no voice. This is making the EGE very happy. He likes his peace and quiet A LOT. That's why God punished him, I mean blessed him, with four daughters.
We tried to balance out the noisiness of girl-o-rama with a move to the boondocks, which is very well documented to make no sense. There's a goat farm across the road, right next to the country school and the church. Goats are very, very noisy, especially the babies. I have just learned that this may be why they call them kids.
I just keep typing while I wait for a picture to load. Oh, the joys of dial-up. Now I'm going to leave you with this picture of Fabio... I mean my husband, the Eng-Gen-Eer and master coop builder.
