Saturday, August 2, 2008

Twenty Twenty Twenty Four Hours to Go

And I don't want to be sedated. I DO want to eat a bunch of carbs and surf the sofa, though. Which is exactly what I will do, stuck here in between my love and my agony.

6 comments:

Doris Rose said...

Carbo load you brave little warrior. I will be sending you good thoughts from a much more sensible altitude.

Aunty Belle said...

Eat lots of cantaloupe and papaya--massive potassium and anti-inflammatory enzymes!!

Would love to be a bird in the branches above--cheeping and chirping you along.

The Big Shamu said...

Just make sure there's no squirrels waiting to ambush you. They ARE everywhere.

moi said...

Thanks for your wishes, all! Aunty, that is a nice image for me to carry with. Shamu, I've got my eye out. Doris, I will feel your energy when mine flags.

Anonymous Boxer said...

Go! Go! Go!

Massively impressed and I'll be cheering you from Seattle.

Wow, that was awkward said...

The Ramones rock!