And also, the Carlotta-callin chick had a diabetic seizure yesterday! Now I just feel rotten.
I'm going to order myself this Sophie Ellis Bextor shirt and shake my groove thang all night in when it warms up. And then, I'll shake it some more. But 26" chest? What are we, 12? I ordered it anyway. I will pay for this, I know.
I've been dreaming of a nap...