Bethany

My Dearest Little Bethany,

(originally posted May 2005)

Anna was supposed to start her half-day office schedule yesterday, but Bethany must have inherited my psychic powers and sensed this, because she promptly managed to get sick for the first time. Witnessing her struggling to inhale, her nose plugged with mucous fuckin' concrete that refused to yield to repeated proddings of the mini turkey baster, I was intrigued.

Pfft, bleah, gotta get these cobwebs outta my mouth, geez, who's responsible for the upkeep around here?! Oh, wait. Yeah, so it's been pretty dead around here lately, eh? I never have been one to blow my own horn, and if you didn't believe it, just take the last few months around here as proof, 'cuz there's been plenty at times to roll with. So if you're indeed bothering to read this I thank you for the courtesy, and would you be so kind as to give my knees a good mafia whack or two just to get 'em moving again?