Taffy hanging low.

(whispering)

Is she still cranky?

(Yelling)

..Ah...suck it up Nappy...ya just need to rest longer. Give it a couple of months.

Taffy...running.....

A TAFFY sighting...

If I had a laptop I'd be hanging out with my girls here alot more often. Right now I'm still stuck with the desktop and it's very uncomfortable for me to sit here at it. Ghosthunters is Live tonight at the Waverly Sanatorium! YAY!!!!! That's where AMN would stash DM if the place were still open......she'd stash her in the loony toon wing! LOL

Dangit! We have got to get that girl a laptop! Ante up everyone!!

*checking pockets*

hm, a lintball, gumwrapper, yo-yo string, harmonica, rock, scissors, paper clip, AH HAH!!!! A NICKEL!!!!!!!


Open schmopen, I'd rather stick her in there as is! Way more fun!!

OK, so did you get your clothes on yet, Cinders?

I never get dressed anymore, unless I have to go to the Docs or some other thrilling place. I have what you call, hostess robes or outfits....very comfy and yet decent enough to answer the door. I never wear shoes, either...they keep falling off anyway.

I hope you're feeling more like yourself soon..

Hey......that harmonica looks awfully familiar.......anyway, I'll grab my jug, Cherly can bring rocking chairs and we'll jam!

You'd be so proud, Sal! I got dressed on Tuesday, got my hair cut & colored (FINALLY!) and got my new driver's license pic, and even got the pretty new plate that matches my car.

Even though I'll have to memorize a new number, just knowing it compliments my car's color will amuse me for a good while. It cost five extra bucks, I might add.

Today, dressing 101 turned into "skip it" 650. I just kind of dropped the notion when I felt more like taking a nap.

I hear you on the easy-wear & care garb. As I type, my newly-arrived Flyshacker flannel loungepants are in the washer. They're a happy medium between jammies and clothes and I live in them most of the winter anymore. I lop off the restricting parts of matching sweatshirts and look like someone who needs a free meal, but I so don't care!

Sweetie, don't care how hard we jam her, she won't fit in that jug!!!

You got that right!

My dad played the harmonica and I miss it. He was good. He used to play along with me when I played the piano or and, please don't laugh, the accordion. We were a good team. He couldn't read music to save his life, but damn, he was good. He taught me a lot of good music and we could play for hours. I miss it.

Today was see the dermatologist day for me. Got that darned ol' basal cell removed. And then he blasted a spot on my face again that is being stubborn. Checked me over again and didn't see anything that he thought was suspicious and sent me on my way with a return visit in 4 months instead of 3. I like this guy! He had an intern with him today. So I got 2 for the price of 1! Yippee!

He was curious about the clinical trial I was in, so we chatted about that and football. The intern is from Univ of Washington. The ONLY team that has beat Boise State. He agreed that the touchdown that was called back was wrong. Thank you very much.

Back to you now, Miss AMN!

Nappy time...

I'm not laughing! I used to play an Olympia Double Bass! I loved that thing, it sounded like a gigantic choir of harmonicas!!!

I play melodic harmonica on a chromatic. I love to play along with my iTunes. It's sick, I know, but it's therapy for my soul and my lungs.